Featured in the 2016 Spring Issue of Rambunctious
Pain Afua Addo, '16 Pain is a swift little thing moving from the thorn's prick on your finger to the tears in your eyes. she is both despised and feared by many who have met her and have had conversations with her and the many who have yet to see her face. there is so much that we do not know about her and maybe we refuse to get to know her because she has hurt us and because she is the thief in the night and the black threads at a funeral. but she is also a mother, one who has been through a lot more than many of us even bother to think or care about. see we often forget that everyone and everything we see has a soul and regardless of its size, a soul is a soul. though she is an unfortunate part of life, she has given the world something so precious, Beauty. how would we be able to see the sun from way down here if the clouds didn't cry for hours? without Pain, Beauty true Beauty would cease to exist in its greatest form: out of the depths of Pain. so I think it's time to let go of our pride and thank pain, or at least look her way because the good Lord knows that the world would be a very different place without Beauty and her mother.