When Chance the Rapper’s Coloring Book came out I was in sin. I was burnt out from overextending myself at church, I was realizing that so many Christians I idolized didn’t have the same passion for justice that I did and I was retreating into myself. I was going back to old habits, old people and
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Finding Meaning
This is a nonfiction post about *sex* (not graphic but some feelz in here for good measure) so if you’re not into that then maybe don’t read ahead.
I have been fortunate to receive a lot of love. My family loves me deeply and fiercely. My parents have blessed me with a village who has made me hangover meals, tailored prom dresses, given me places to sleep but I often feel like that love is temporary. This is the love that prepares me
I am afraid of many things. Things like walking down the street at night or leaving things in my car when I park in the street. Big things like moving into a city (any city) or traveling alone. I hold my fears closely to me. They were passed down from generations to generations. My
No One Man Should Have All That…
“I am afraid of my own power” I’ve written it in my journal countless times, each time feeling like a failure more than the last. It’s a simple statement, yet so heavy. When I think about “power” my whole body clenches. The thought that people could care about what I do, or even want me
Do You See Me?
I got into a fight with a boy and I was transparent and honest. I told him “I don’t feel like anyone listens to me or sees me and when you don’t listen to me I wonder what’s even the point of having you around?” He laughed and said “All anyone does is listen to