The Angel Within (COMPLETED)

Love, Angel

Dear world,

I speak three languages, and despite my looks and my intellectual belief, am not considered standard. Am the poster child for stereotypes because of my brown skin, my curvy figure, piercing dark eyes and occasionally auburn afro or curly hairstyles.

You could say that am only human, that Am more than just my looks, more than just the color of my hair, but To some people, they wouldn't know where my truth begin, or where my life would end because they can't seem to tell the difference.
To others, they can't seem to know that I am just like them, except that I consider myself healthy.
The truth is that I was always reasonable, its this world that you claim to love that categorized me without ends with labels, under extreme scrutinized, bias.

Just know that your labels won't stop me from being true to the humanity I still uphold dear to my heart. so when you see me holding hands with that handsome guy that I can't entirely shut up about; am me, and When you see me blushing over that curly headed blonde named Emma, am me ,and were more than just friends.

The years may change bringing promises of hope, courage, and freedom to people like me, but there may still be others that wished to be left behind. They hoped that people like me never existed, they wished we never had a right to choose our freedom, and they hoped that people like me never had a choice, nor voice to scream and make them see that am here and that people like us matter.
My wish for My love and only real soulmate is to love them without boundaries, without rules. Despite your unexpected stereotypes, am still me, am just like you.
Am human, am lovable, adventurous, am full of life, Am here, am queer, am proud, and am saying it out loud for the rest of my days.
I have a life to live, and I am going to live it by any mean necessary because that's what happiness means to me.
So yes, I am just like you,
Just like you, except the through is that I'm bi and my family doesn't know it.

After all, It's my life, and despite their effort to leave their unfortunate trials of errors behind for a better future, I still matter. They did it for me, so I owe it to myself to me happy.
I thank them for leading me down a better path where I can see twenty-five nevertheless, despite my only secrets, I have many other challenges facing me, but a baby bird must leave their nest eventually, and I owe it to them to be happy and to be active as they thought me. They know that Am the promising adult that they raised to forge my path, and they couldn't be prouder.

Before you call me heartless or confused, because I'm holding out a secret so extensive, that could crumble the foundation of what my parents worked so hard to preserve. Know that I am not ashamed to tell them because It has been a long road toward discovering who I am, and what greater things I am meant to do or be myself.

How could I live with myself not knowing who I am but claim to love someone else? My parent's life, their newfound friendship or their reputation in the community wouldn't be affected because it isn't their life, their heart, or their happiness that is at stake, it's mine. I am the eldest of four kids, and I know that my sister knows that I am not ashamed because she supports me.

Am an angel caged in my hell that is earth, so this Angel, the Red Angel is never broken.

Know that where I'm from, there is no such thing as loving the same gender, you should also know that No one made the rules on love and who to love, so I break the barriers as often as I can.

Love,
An Angel