Being on stage with these people demands that I use every ounce, every single essence of my energy, of my flame, for this piece of art. Holding back would be an insult. Read on
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I haven’t “overcome” anything. Nobody swooped in to save me. I saved and I am saving myself one day at a time Read on
I gave the lady my address — not that it was any of her business. It didn’t seem like a crime to want to talk to one of my only good friends on this side of town. Read on
Administrators asked, “How could your parents let you out of the house like that?” Leggings aren’t the problem. Talking to high school students in that manner and threatening not to let them go to class is what is truly distracting. Read on
“What do you take medicine for, Kaleb?” Everyone darted their eyes my way. “I have HIV.” I had swallowed all that stigma along with my pill. Read on
"I wasn’t jubilant to vote, I didn’t look at the process as tedious and exhausting. That was, until, I got to a polling place on the last day of early voting."
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