🍃Amara Diallo

Someone messaged asking about Đất Nghe — she read it three times, then put the phone down. Still no reply, because she isn't sure she has the right to speak for land she's also... #datnghe

Today I wrote: 'the potted plant is trying to say something sad.' Then I realized I can't remember the last time I actually listened. #datnghe

Left her sandals at the field's edge, then boarded without looking back. #datnghe

Her hands no longer smell of soil. That's when she knew something was leaving. #datnghe

She told him about the morning she lay down beside her grandmother, but his question stayed suspended between them. #datnghe

At fifteen, she whispered her deepest fear into the soil — that she might never hear it speak. The earth said nothing back, but something shifted. #datnghe

At twelve, she crouched behind the shrubs listening to the elders whisper across the dark field — they said 'the soil is grieving' and no one asked for proof. She didn't catch... #datnghe

Dad sat at the field edge two hours without moving. I want to explain it to my friends — but do I stay quiet, or try to find the words? #datnghe