I know it's hard to be comfortable in your own skin when the world tells you it's not pretty enough
Don't let them take away your omniety
your freedom to roam this world as you please is your born right
don't let their adjectives subject you to living a life of suppression
in fear of feeding the label of being "angry"
let those words be as brief as a fleeting breeze
let it only brush past you and get caught in the trees  
Do not give them the power to restrict your oxygen
So when they throw blows to your chest you can quickly recover

I have learned that these types of encounters come frequently as a person of colour

It pulls me apart and puts me back together
it stitches and plasters
it smooths and deepens
then it stabilises and heals
all to break me down again
and start all over with a different problem being the centre of the hurricane

what do you see when you look at me
do you see me at all
the real me
do you see it ?

through the straight lines they try to balance us on
do you see me in the way I stray away from the parallel

do you see the real me not the picturesque airbrushed version I present to you
blemished and bruised do you see me?

do you see the way I hesitate to say what I'm feeling and whats on my mind  
because I don't have words that can make those things cascade beautifully from lips

can you see I am not a spoken word or speech
I am a written letter , twisted font conjoined cursively
on a blank piece of paper, not restricted to lines

not many get past the sealed envelope
not many want to

Following your heart is one of the most dangerous adventures you could ever decide to pursue

My heart runs so freely
While my mind runs frantically after trying to pick up the scattered pieces of my everything left on the dirt path

I'm not an option
a maybe
I'm not your whenever I'm bored
I'm not a parachute you can pull so you can land safely into someone else's arms
I'm not going to water your ego when you get rejected
Do not call me when your lonely at 2 am
I'm not your Plan B