I didn't expect to feel so enamored by you. By definition, the spark I felt – and I can only speak for myself here, because who knows what you were thinking – was the true idea behind "there's no accounting for taste." You had a mop of curly, dark hair, and days-old scruff lining a strong… Continue reading A moment in time.
I was dressed in a dark blue shirt, rolled up at the sleeves and buttoned over an aztec print red crop top. I was wearing black leggings, navy blue and brown oxfords, and carried a mini backpack on my shoulders, just spacious enough to carry the new J.K. Rowling book, my wallet, and a few… Continue reading Yesterday, I was racially profiled by the police in my neighborhood.