I wrote a story about a fictional speech that I feel like we all need to hear. I wrote this when I was feeling particularly depressed about the abysmal state of the USA, my home country. I've edited it heavily, but I still don't feel like it's quite finished - yet I feel like this is one of those stories I'll never be able to finish, even if I spend the next 50 years writing it. I have to admit, I'm nervous about posting this. Yet I believe that artists must take risks, and since I consider myself an artist, I must take risks. I believe that there's still some hope. “What do you want from me?” I said. “That’s what you always say, people like you. It’s my fault that the world is fucked up. It’s my fault because I’m black. I’m female. Because of that, you assume I’m lower class. You must assume I can’t afford taking time off work, but I do it anyway because I’m ‘too emotional.’ Maybe I’m ‘on my p...
A dumping ground for my imagination