The photo front and center is one of the few photos I have of my mother, father, brother, and me. At one point we smiled together, ate together, went to the movies together, and took pictures together. But because of my parents somewhat recent divorce, this is only a photo, left in a box by my bed, and only taken out when necessary. The photos on the side are of my mother and brother. The two used to be very close, now they are both tired and unattached, merose, and worn. Despair clouds their faces as they think about the way it was, and how different it is today.
I recently read a poem by Audre Lorde titled, "A Litany for Survival" The poem's final lines read:
"So it is better to speak
we were never meant to survive."
These immortal words have inspired me to express myself through writing and I hope that what I say stimulates both resonance and penchant for those who read it.