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.