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“What is your identity and what have been some things that you have had to take into consideration when growing up?”
“How has your identity influenced those you know as well as those you’ve talked to and how can it change shortly?”
“How has your identity changed how you view those around you because if they share the same identity with you but aren't you, do you grow distasteful of them?”
(More experiences of the nature.)
Who is more me than the me right in front of you?
Who is more me than the me right in front of you?
No one can be more me than me, no action unrelated to me can tell you about me, but does it? Is that true? We fight a constant battle with no enemy in sight, or maybe the enemy is he who looks but doesn't see.
Identity, Identity, Identity, please just shut up about identity.
My parents, observing the world in outburst, in rage, we all worried. Our well-being being undetermined, and us beginning to feel tense. No, it wasn’t the category 4 hurricane sweeping the coast of Florida, Katrina, which blew past our elderly aunt leaving destruction in its wake. No, it wasn’t climate change, a problem that people think if they talk enough about, will make them seem unblind to societal issues that plague society, and make them seem tethered to some sort of global affection. It was simply through the news.
The News, The Bad News in the Houses of many, regularly bombarded us with disheartening crimes.
Stealing.
Car Jacking.
Shootings.
Deaths.
The victims and perpetrators Young. Black. Teens. At a young age I learned that these were the things to be expected, and never really dwelled on it, but when it started showing up in how I live, that’s when the bitterness seeped into my heart
As I grew of age I supposedly lost my childhood innocence in the eyes of others. OR maybe I never had it at all. normal activities such as running and jogging became something to be done discreetly my parents said. Invisible strings enveloped me, holding me back ever so slightly from things I own, the things I should be able to do normally but can’t.
Instead of thinking that I was a person, I was made painfully aware that I was a Black person (?)
Instead of thinking that I was a person, I was made painfully aware that I was a Black person (?)
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