Tertúlia literária - Raicia Silva Basilio

 Raicia Silva Basilio

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A poem from “Milk and Honey” by Rupi Kaur

You are in the habit

of co-depending

on people to

make up for what

you think you lack

Who tricked you 

into believing

another person

was meant to complete you

when the most they can do is complement

Intertextuality: The moment I read this poem, I thought of a line from a song by one of my favorite singers. Singer SZA wrote a song called Blind, in which she says she's ashamed that she can't see that all the things she needs are inside her, all the love she needs is inside her, that she's blind. I see this relationship between the poem and this verse, where the person referred to in the poem is also blind, everything she needs is inside her and she doesn't need anyone's validation to feel good about herself, she completes herself the others only complement.

Blind by SZA

Niggas want me to get ratchet

Niggas want me to attack it

Put the hood on, now they callin' me Cassius

Raunchy like Bob Saget

Greedy, I can't pass it

Eatin' everything, nigga, no fasting

I don't care how much you knew me in the past tense

I ain't no Julia Stiles, this ain't no last dance, way past it

Way

Fuckin' on my ex 'cause he validate me

Fuckin' up a check, I don't want no receipt

Might get possessed, let my spirit speak freely

Hey, my past can't escape me

My pussy precedes me

My, my, how the times change

I'm still playin' the victim

And you still playin' the pick-me

It's so embarrassing

All of the things I need living inside of me

I can't see it

It's so embarrassing

All of the love I seek living inside of me

I can't see, I'm blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

You ain't getting your bitch back

Calm down, shit could be worse, never say that

I don't wanna pipe down, rather get payback

Mama told me, "Never shit where you lay at"

I don't want righteousness

I hurt too much, I lost too much, I lust too much

I hit my clutch and vroom

Third day, pop out the tomb

I like when you pull your gun at the red light

I like all that violence, give me dysfunction

I like when you come, never stay the whole night

Better when you high, never tell me I'm wrong

'Cause my past can't escape me

My pussy precedes me

My, my, how the times change

You still talkin' 'bout babies

And I'm still taking the Plan B

It's so embarrassing

All of the things I need living inside of me

I can't see it

It's so embarrassing

All of the love I seek living inside of me

I can't see, I'm blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

Blind, blind

Inspired by the intertextuality of these two works, I wrote a poem that expresses a real and personal feeling of a real moment in my life.

Nice to meet you by Raicia

it sucks

It hurts

it's messy

very messy

and it's an incredibly slow process

sometimes torturously

others in a very necessary way

and i'm excited to focus on me

to be my focus

It will be terrible and wonderful to heal.