(While waiting on line

for shelter and food)

"What are they waiting for?"

He asked, annoyed.

For that "Open Door,"

opportunity.

I did not choose my birth.

I did not choose my color.

I did not live for 400 years

as a Black slave or an Israelites

Slave, or even under the British

Colonial Rule in India.

I have never owned another

human being nor would I ever want to.

The past history of the world is not

the fault of the present so stop casting

the blame where it should not be.

Rise above the past and go beyond.

Learn from the harsh and wrong ways so that we won’t repeat them in the future.

I am not my mother.

You are not your father.

We are supposed to be better.

People of color have been doing it for a while now with out whining about slavery

for years now and are doing quite well.

Stop falling into this blame game and

quit allowing other people to make you think it’s the color of your skin, because baby, if you have the fortitude the knowledge and the perseverance to back it up, then nothing can stop you from doing what you want to do.

I did not choose my birth.

I did not choose my color.

I do choose how to live.

We have been close friends. but now I will write about that time, that time when he said: "My emotions became so strong for you, I have to stop talking to you until I can see you as a friend again."

Yes, this is the weirdest breakup you hear about, a breakup from a relationship that didn't start.

He is not bad; he did the right thing. He stepped back because I am full of constraints.

No, I am impossible for him to reach, that's why I wish that it wasn't a breakup from a relationship that has never started, but instead, I wish that it was a love that never started.

You like space, and I like the stars. So I thought for some second, maybe I can be a special star in your Space. That was a pleasing thought shining like a beautiful dream. But, there was no chance for such a dream. You know it, and I know it, but you keep trying to fly to reach the star. You are strong-willed, but because of this, I am falling like a star. I am falling to the unknown. Will I become your shooting star, or will I just fall to the deep ocean without any sign?

I think the answer is in the sky. So I will just close my eyes and fall like the stars.

Most of the time I write out the things that are bothering me so I don’t have to verbalize them. I don’t want to say out loud my hurts, my anxiety, my torment and such. I’m doing so I’m also at my lowest point and all of my toxic negativity just comes pouring out onto my keys.

Please Prose community, accept my humble gratitude for giving me the freedom to do this and forgive an old woman for torturing you all. I’ll do better in the future. Thank you all.

Vyxyn

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand why others can’t love me as freely and as unconditionally as I love.

Why can’t people just love without judgement? It’s not so hard really.

All you have to do is let yourself love and let all the other stuff go.

See? Easy.

I’m heartbroken because I loved and all its gotten me is heartache.

You can be nice and kind but it doesn’t matter because no one really cares.

Never marry someone for your kids sake. Just to give them a good father and family life. It will backfire on you in the end, he doesn’t really love you , you don’t really love him, but you are close friends cohabitating in the same house. He spends all his waking hours at work leaving you at home alone. Kids are grown now out on thier own. Nothing left but to sit and grow old in a chair

and wait to die. I’m waiting.