This event will be history in my adventurous, daring and yet radical memories. This is not something I will forget as time continues, this is not a memory that will waste away.
Like decay. Absolutely not.
It holds three contents, it holds a new fire of who I could be despite who I am. The happenings did not make me stronger, it did not make me weaker. It made me different, in what way you might ask.
A way that I incandescently can't describe to you.
Was it the freedom?
The unknown?
The nerves?
It could be anything, I don't have to know the answer to it. My mind will remember most for me, it was something new. Something which inspired me to look at the world through a different set of eyes.
"You're too uptight"
Are one of the words used to break me from my intelligence, but not on my watch will I part without it. I will be someone new in given time the unbroken pieces would be certain.
Incandescently certain.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts of a black teenager
Short StoryMight as well call this a memoir of my life, all the real, boring and sad parts of me shoved in public for all eyes to see. Who am I, that's one secret I'll never tell You know you love me, xoxo (I couldn't help it)
