In which a millennial black boy discovers the power of his thoughts and the impact of a pen. The consequences thereafter are devastating.
A collection of shitty poems and real life experiences narrated from the perspective of a charcoal dreamer.
This past month, I've been on vacation. I took an airplane out of my country and moved somewhere brand new.
Back home, almost everyone looks just like me. I don't think I ever truly understood what being a minority felt like until now.
But I don't hate it.
In fact, one of the best parts about my vacation was the other races. Seeing people that looked nothing like me, cultures I've never seen before, accents I've never heard in person. It was beautiful.
I think it proves that the human race is vast and ever-growing. That we're all different and unique. But I can't understand, for the life of me, why we try to destroy the best part of ourselves. That we ridicule differences when really, those differences are what make the human race, human.
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