Thoughts

I can never find a box that I fit in just right. Maybe that why I don’t want to share these words with you. I am not marketable. Words need an audience to matter, and you’ll tell me these don’t belong anywhere at all.

I am 21-years-old and only 5 feet tall. I am a Christian and I believe that gay people should be able to get married. I am black and I listen to “white” music, apparently. I am a democrat and I am pro-life. I am an introvert and I’m not shy.

I feel too much. I dream too much. I know too much and I know nothing at all. I think to much and I don't write enought and I try to find God everywhere.

But my words hide inside my mind, refusing to sick to paper where they’d be exposed.