I Like Talking About Things That Are

Relations Between Black And White Would Be Greatly Improved If We Were More Accepting Of Our Fears And Our Feelings And More Vocal About It.

Someone On Twitter Sent Me A Page From A Textbook. It Had A Picture Of A Football Player Next To A Picture Of Me. The Juxtaposition Was Meant To Illustrate Two Meanings Of "offensive." Seriously. It Broke My Heart. It's That Accepted What I Do Is Offensive?

I Remember The Horror Story That I Told Myself Over And Over Again. I'm Totally Alone In My Body. I'm Totally Alone In My Head And Nobody Will Ever See Through My Eyes. I'm Just Completely Alone.

I’ve Always Had Dreams. When I Was Little, I’d Go To Sleep With My Head On My Hands, Which Were In Fists Like I Was Looking Through A Camera. I Felt Like Sleep Was The Movies - Just Drifting Off To The Movies.

Traditionally, I Have No Right To Talk About Race. I'm White; I Didn't Grow Up In An All-black Neighborhood. But The License I See For Myself Is I'm A Member Of The World.