Through the eyes of a not-so-different teenager.
(Or the one where I don’t completely belong in one category.)
Biracial girl meets two families with different cultures: a family of fair skin and a continuous cycle of plates of food, a family of caramel skin and one-too-many-tiers…
This is the first time I’ve written a medium beyond my petty struggles of a high school student, a little bit of a positive post as well (and we all need a little bit of positivity right now).
Does my shoulder turn you on?
Does the extra slip of skin,
No different from that of my elbow or my ankle or the tip my nose,
Tip you over the edge?
(Or the one where I’m drowning)
I’m at the point in my life where every step I take, every scratch of my pencil, or every choice, matters. There is no room for mistakes, no B+’s, no this, no that, or…
(Or the one where I realize I need to get my shit together)
New Years resolutions take too much commitment: a year dedicated to fixing yourself, doing less of this, being more of that. Setting one goal for the…