Ride or Die
SOMETIMES we have the luxury of defeat. But living demands endurance. Keep on riding. Photo by Jhaye-Q |
MY BIRTHDAY was a few months ago.
I have lived to love a
country that produced multi-ethnic me, but upholds and holds out ethnic bigotry
toward me.
I have lived through loving a people that more times than not labours to
try to make me hate myself in the same way that I, and those like me, are hated.
I have lived in the pain that comes with enduring. I have lived beyond being speared by beauty, as one can only be in an often ugly, ugly world.
I have lived holding on to the hope that keeps me trying to do good and to be productive
even as I am treated as worthless. I live on, though the very nation I serve, and will keep serving, strives to put out my light.
Hiding is over. There is so
much work to be done.
I will shine on.
THEN: Freshly minted journalist |
NOW: Renascent and still reaching for the right |