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The Rules of Engagement
A crimson envelope laid flat on the table before the man who’d awakened only moments prior. The vibrant color stuck out in the otherwise drab beige and browns of the train cabin. The space was void of any other human presence than his own — strange given how decorative the cabin was. Lush carpet, and finely stitched upholstery abound. It was somewhat aggravating how comfortable the seating was.
Pride and Prejudice
Police lights are the same color as the American Flag. This realization haunts me. These colors define my country, and defy my expectations of who we should be. My people are policed by the boys in blue. Our women’s bodies are policed in red states. It is old dead white men who created these rules. We are over-policed and under-protected beneath these colors.
- Third Place in Hometown Heroes Challenge
The Heroes of Allen AcademyThird Place in Hometown Heroes Challenge
Throughout my life I have always been blessed with excellent teachers. Unfortunately for them I am and have always been a terrible student. I believe they’d think otherwise, and have written as much in my senior yearbook. You see, it is not that I was tardy, disruptive, or unstudious. It is that with such a myriad of great instructors I should now be in a skyline penthouse, or lounging on some foreign beach counting millions of dollars. I am instead a college dropout pursuing an unreasonable career in writing. This is not to be counted as a failure though. I was given the tools, guidance, and support from my educators to pursue whatever I found fulfilling. I would not have achieved any modicum of success in my writing or my personal life without them.
In Defense of a Friend
Looking at this picture of me in 10th grade it would be easy to write me off as a skinny, meek, nerdy kid; which was true for the most part. What this photo doesn't tell you is that even as a skinny, meek, nerdy kid I was fiercely loyal to my friends. Between bullies and algebra they were the only thing that kept me sane at school. These are the people that I ate lunch with, played after school with, grew into my teenage years with, and survived a lot of troubling times with. It was through them that I learned who I was, and what I stood for, but that wasn’t an easy journey.
Love for the Deathless
When I first laid eyes on her we were but cavemen. Neanderthals ignorant to the dangers of the world, and to love. We were born in the early embers of an unforgiving Earth. Survival took precedence over any matters of the heart, and I had not yet learned to communicate the depth of my yearning. The ice age came and froze my affections before they ever truly blossomed. I kept it close, and quiet; the thought of her was enough to keep me warm. The world thawed and we were separated.
“When I think of home I can only think of Detroit. It's the place where I was born, where I was raised. It's a city that lives in infamy, yet is so well loved for what it brings to the world. Legends were born here, history was made here. Love it or hate is, Detroit is...”