It doesn’t matter if the person chose the freedom or not. That’s the thing, a lot of us receive privileges and freedoms we may have not asked for.
I want to be more. What I would give to put my fears aside and run away with my thoughts, writing for hours at a time, without the distractions that eat away at me in bed.
How can blacks and whites live next to one another, but not attend the same school?
I can’t help but think how much of a coward I was.
Ever since I could remember, there’s been a person or group of people I’ve always felt the need to impress.
I wish I had not let my white counterparts persuade me into thinking I wasn’t good enough because it hasn’t done me any good. Here I am today, still discontent, still worried, and still caught up in how I’m perceived as a minority by other people, mostly whites.