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a mall is a mall
People gathering in stressed collectives, listing all the things they think they need to buy; those shoes, that jacket, those potatoes.
build your own room
Anger for me is a funny sort of thing. I haven't always been able to express it, identify it or even understand it. I have undoubtedly felt its effects; the sneaky way it erupts in my too-pointed sentences, or festers in my stoic silences.
not quite there yet
Lately I've been considering how I fit in. Or more accurately, how my blackness fits in with the whiteness I have grown accustomed to being surrounded by.
