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I did not die in the country I was born in. I died much, much later; had my American ashes scattered all over Bangladesh; traversed it's many vessels of water. I swam the Brahmaputra River, floated upon the skin of The Ganga; the half-naked children waved and I couldn't tell if they were saying hello or goodbye; but those waves spread until I was far out into the sea. I was forgotten as swiftly as I was welcomed; and was loved as easily as was I avoided. I looked back on my American life with discontent. I saw nothing but tangled knots of thought laced with consumption, and accumulation; self-interest and seclusion; even sadness was commodified. The discontent was the push and pull of a rope tied to my soul. I died before I ever left; but discovered another self on foreign soil It wasn't till I had aged beyond the average life span for someone like me in America; did I realize, I wasted all this time, dependent on what others thought of me; what they expected of me; and what they considered was best for me. I was forever exiled from darkness; but at least I got a little sun in Bangladesh.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
Hakeem
I did not die in the country I was born in. I died much, much later; had my American ashes scattered all over Bangladesh; traversed it's many vessels of water. I swam the Brahmaputra River, floated upon the skin of The Ganga; the half-naked children waved and I couldn't tell if they were saying hello or goodbye; but those waves spread until I was far out into the sea. I was forgotten as swiftly as I was welcomed; and was loved as easily as was I avoided. I looked back on my American life with discontent. I saw nothing but tangled knots of thought laced with consumption, and accumulation; self-interest and seclusion; even sadness was commodified. The discontent was the push and pull of a rope tied to my soul. I died before I ever left; but discovered another self on foreign soil It wasn't till I had aged beyond the average life span for someone like me in America; did I realize, I wasted all this time, dependent on what others thought of me; what they expected of me; and what they considered was best for me. I was forever exiled from darkness; but at least I got a little sun in Bangladesh.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
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