I just blend in, doing what others do. I try not to look out of place, they can’t see that I’m different, they can’t see that I’m not from where they are from. I smile because I have to, I laugh because they are laughing, at what? I am not quite sure. I try to be normal but what does that mean, when I don’t have a home to go too after all that smiling and laughing, when I don’t have food to eat. It’s difficult to think about the fact that while I suffer and struggle, there are people my age who aren’t. I wish I was one of them, those who don’t have to worry about what to eat in the morning or the evening, I wish I knew where I would go to sleep, when I’m done blending in. what if my parents were still alive, would this be my life? I guess I will never know. I am tired of people laughing at me, I’m tired. Even though I’m tired it won’t help, I still will wake in the morning earlier then everyone else, I still have to get dressed up and blend in, with an empty stomach and a smile o...
I write what I feel. These are my thoughts expressed through words. Focussing on issues of blackness and me.