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"We don’t like pictures like this. It is not good to deduce an entire country to the image of a person reaching out for food. It is not good for people to see us like this, and it is not good for us to see ourselves like this. This gives us no dignity. We don’t want to be shown as a country of people waiting for someone to bring us food. Congo has an incredible amount of farmland. An incredible amount of resources. Yes, we have a lot of problems. But food is not what we are reaching for. We need investment. We need the means to develop ourselves." 

(Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo)

I live under a tree
I balance an apple on my head.
A man with a rusty revolver and
A twitching trigger finger
Stands at spitting distance.
The man is high on gin, cigars, and power.
There are many like me
There are few like him.

I was born with the apple on my head
The gun was a gift to him.
He nods off occasionally;
Stumbling, twitching, and squeezing off
Random bullets that graze all but
The apple in the process.
I’ve taken his bullets before;
Hence fear and pain, but never finality.

I am not tied to this tree
If I turn my head enough, the apple falls.
My eventual assailant isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
I would barely be missed.
I could leave at any time.
Yet, I stay.

Brandon Boyd - “I Stay” (via slownight-so-long)


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