It was the second assignment that I received from my first freelance gig when I realized that I wanted to write about race, culture, and social justice. I was covering The Standard Hotel’s bars in Downtown Los Angeles. As I got there — thrilled, with my…
i prayed. i begged. i cried.
“tell me what to do.”
“do what’s best.”
and that’s when you left.
you walked out of my life.
slowly…dragging out the pain.
and it was the best thing that could happen.
because if you would’ve stayed, i would’ve painted you into my life as my number one.