Skeletons

I wrote this two years ago.
We all have skeletons in our closet. Some people have 100 and some people have one. And…some people have real skeletons. What are skeletons supposed to signify? I think our secrets, things we don’t want people to know. This might sound weird, but don’t you think some people have butterflies in their closet? I might have a butterfly in my closet, but I’m afraid to let it out. If I let out my butterfly, what am I going to do with the leftover skeletons?

The Plan

So tomorrow is my last first day of high school. Wow I’m growing up.

The Plan 

My plan is to watch the third season of  Glee. I start on September 20 because that’s the same day they aired the third season in 2011. I already scheduled all the episodes in my planner.

Why am I doing this?

I want to look forward to something every week and watching Glee is a great stress reliever for me. Also I want to cry. I haven’t had a good cry in months and the third season of Glee always brings me to tears.

Sooooooo…….yeah

I’m scrolling through Instagram, on the discover page, and I see facts about how studies show that black people are scientifically better than white people at this or that, or that they are superior. When I look at those post, it doesn’t make me feel better about being a young black lady, it makes me feel bad. I don’t want to be better than a certain race or gender, I don’t want to be more superior than a certain race or gender. 

I know society sees the black race as inferior, but as long as we know we aren’t there is no need to find validation that we are not.

I just want to be good enough and I think that’s all that matters.

I know I’m good enough. I’m good enough for my friends, for my family. Just not enough for society.(#effsociety)

I understand why they put up those posts, but they need to stop. Let’s continue fighting for equal rights instead of putting other races down.

#fucksociety #allblacklivesmatter