It was a out-of-town trip that prompted me to tape a two inch bar of black over a band of color. So that's what hate does.
It's a maddening, saddening sort of oppression, this sort of silencing It's a whisper-born fear, half-irrational, half-necessary.
I'm a scared boy again, and I'm standing in the school yard. And here's what I learned today: Anyone, everyone is an threat, and protect your heart with hate.
I could be a revolutionary, but I'm just an unwilling soldier. I'm living life in safe-houses, traveling only by the safest routes, because I love differently.