The supermarket cart boy in front of the store smiled in a way he knew to be flirting. There were all these beautiful boys in Florida, and they kept smiling at him! Most of them were blond, tall, thin and tanned; they wore cowboy boots or just gym shorts and seemed to move with an effortless grace.
Cowardice convinced us to stay in the same ground, in our safe zone; a zone where we both know we’d always last. Little did we know that ‘safe’ is not at all tantamount to painless, for it still hurt, it still hurt us countless times.
Never compare yourself to other people; because we are all unique in our own ways and we all have our own stories, we all have our own journeys.
But love moves mountains and gives people wings to fly, too. Life becomes easier with correct hands. And then, it becomes not much of a risk.
Any black person can be the next hashtag on twitter, and the next name added along side of Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Sandra Bland and all of the other black lives that were cut short.
Instead of dropping your IQ points by starring at a screen of fake color, embrace this colorful world we live in.
I see people in their most vulnerable state. I see frail, tired bodies withered by age.
I’m sad to say your canvas is nearly full. Soon, I will make my last stroke, put my paintbrush down, step back, and mourn the masterpiece you could have been.
You are strong. You’ll survive this hurricane.
When you’re the one who cares the most, loves the hardest, and misses too much, you give all of yourself to those who matter.