I am more than what the eyes can see or what they tell you I am or will be.  I am not just flesh and bone but soul and spirit, not tied to earth but bound for heaven.  I don’t just walk.

More than this flesh and its members.  I have more than feet, wings tucked in because I don’t have many flying partners.  But, trust me, I can soar– without a running start or a push.  I don’t even have to jump.  I am more than this body will ever be, more than the words provided, suggested by society.

Race only offers rope, strings attached to stereotypes.  I can be– but only this way.  I can go– but only so far.

My identity trapped between rocky relationships and hardened points of view.  I want out.  There is someone more here.  There is more to say here, more to say about me and race stopped talking about me long before I was even born.

Race is here but not for me.  A provider of things I have no need of; a protector of a past I have not interest in living with or repeating.  I’ve had enough of race.

It is simply not enough and I know this because… I am more.