I, now, have Instagram. @aminebatbouti
The truth is that one who wants to pass as someone else will always be off. An off beat view about the way they look. An off beat intellect about the way they sound. An off beat feeling about the way they act. An obvious and rudimentary learned social behavior which would be typical and expected of that said individual, or race; I mean there are reasons why spies are on a timed schedule.
How to spook yourself up; wake up forgetting about your last dream and have the brilliant idea to give yourself a self-reading about it. Only to find yourself a few minutes later remembering; and that also, you’ve just got a taste of its deadly accuracy.
Start. Stand by. Take a number. Wait in line. Denied. Shit pretended. Receive the cold shoulder. Shit laughed. Ignored. Shit talked. Attacked.
Fight back and leave.
Never look back.
Yesterday, the cat kept meowling back to another cat who was yowling and strolling the streets near by. She wanted them to live with us because, you know; this is a lovely home. I told her that it’s worthwhile waiting for someone nice who would have the decency to respond back to you.
In an era where family photo albums start a person’s story there aren’t any pictures of me which has started my journey.
How many times my parents tried to acknowledge, on my behalf, that my love is not reciprocated; given time of peaceful circumstances, why would a child’s love for their biological parents would ever be questioned.