Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative. - H.G. Wells
*Asian/Anime Blog: Kimajime
She wrote poetry that made you want to sit on a heavily shaded lawn with a cup of sweet tea.
And read it right in front of your father and his brothers who believed boys should never wet their hands in the kitchen sink washing dishes or bend sweeping floors.
Men who fathered their children afraid to be friends with their sons.
She wrote poetry that healed all of you, even parts of you that were hidden under shadows for not being manly enough for your father.
You learnt it was human not womanly to cry.
And when you picked up an axe to cut wood, it wasn’t ego or show of strength that made the job easier.
You were in a hurry to read the part where she spoke about how her words will always haunt you, even your shadow.
And how you will always find parts of her within you
she wrote poetry - Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com