I hate Italian food, homework, standardized test the school rules on headphones and my middle name.
But I do like the unexpected things – you know… spoken word poetry, jazz,music, and chess
the secrets you keep concealed from your jock friends
but with this it’s my leap of faith.. like a baby’s first steps or a baby bird’s first flight
only difference is I hope my revelations resonate with only half the meaning.
I love Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle,
the way I over think and am over analytical …you’d expect me to be their distant relative.
I live with my mom and my younger brother.
To me marriage doesn’t exist. No such thing as a white picket fence if there’s any at all.
The fences most common to me are the ones that welcome you in but hold you hostage from leaving.
But a fence is just that- a fence.
I love to dream.
I dream of the day I complain my dad wouldn’t be a headache or in my life at all.
But for now it just aches my head why he’s better at disappearing than Harry Houdini ever was.
I dream the day that my distant relatives help me answer the age old question “Why?”
I am left handed and African American or my common name Black.
Somewhere along the line you began to realize that I am the oddball, especially here.