the midwest has been my teacher. i’m learning a lot about myself. who I am. what i value. how i can improve. it has kicked my ass so low to the ground that somedays i’ve struggled to get back up. for the first time, i’ve been treated like an unwanted immigrant of a preexisting culture. i use to take that shit personal; but it’s deeper than me. my skin color is their problem. not mine. these lessons are redefining my strength. my tolerance. my abilities. my perception of the world. my character. my skills. what use to make me cry has crafted power. none of this shit is easy though. i hate it. but fuck it. i’m growing.
[These are my open notes that I’ve hidden from the world. Over the next month, I am making them public until my birthday on April 14th.]