In Love

I'm fifteen.

Sixteen next month.

I get thrown so much shade I can call it sunshine.

In high school.

Top ten percent of my class.

I have a crush on four guys.

My best friend is Jesus reborn.

Mom and I are obsessed with Hannibal

Manga, still life, portraits, and landscapes.

Love = Parents.

Waiting for my email from Brown.

Yeah, Brown hit me up.

Love sweets.

Hate Trump.

I'm X and Dubois.

I'm King and Garvey.

I'm black and a panther.

Yeah, I'm black.

Undeniably so.

Some people don't get that.

I can pass as white, like, over the phone.

I make original characters.

Love traveling.

Want to go away for college.

Three high schools in the last two years.

Been reading since two.

Haven't stopped.

It's my way of traveling the world.

I have a wanderlust that depresses me.

Kinda broke.

About to start working this summer.

Still be here, in this tiny ass town.

And that kind of sucks because I hate it.

But at least I can keep writing what I know.

Then I can drown with three pages left

...

Journals are hella cheap.

I can't swim.

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