We’re not people really. Our concerns are not America’s concerns. We are just here for entertainment. We’re a convenient treasure trove of limitless creativity to be pillaged, watered down, and re-purposed for White audiences and the people getting rich from bastardized stereotypes and simplified caricatures of everything we bring to the table have nothing to say when shit gets really real.
There is a time for eloquence, and a time for simplicity, and as much as I wish otherwise, today is the latter. I cannot capture the past 3 months in any way that will do them justice besides to literally stop and see how far I’ve come, how painfully far I’ve come. Lightness is sometimes the heaviest burden to carry.
Everyone asks if I feel “ready” to leave, but I think that’s the wrong question. Life doesn’t wait for you to be ready. It requires you to be willing and hopeful, and as I move forward, I know I am (more or less) those things. I am trying to be at home in myself, rather than seeking shelter in sickness. Nourishing my body keeps me safer than starving myself ever will. There is so much senseless bad that happens, so much pain I grapple with understanding, but for all of that, there are thousands of equally inconceivable and incomprehensible miracles. All we are given in life is time, and the decision to do with it what we will. I am heading for the life I have the courage to imagine.
There are no where near enough words that could express how proud I am of you <3 ilu
I don’t know you, but I’m so proud of you. You deserve to be alive today.