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I never intended for this thread to be read; it's my private outlet. When did you both decide it was right to bring a child into the world, flaws and all?
I don't harbor resentment; I know you didn't intend harm. I've faced racism, not the blatant kind, but the insidious, psychological type. Born with brown skin, unconventional features, and curly hair, society made me a target.
Thanks, Mom, for making me brown, a target for societal prejudice. Thanks, Dad, for a face some might call ugly. Thank you both for overprotecting me, offering a subpar education, thinking it was the right path. I don't blame; I aim to show what's not right as the years unfold.
At 22, tears are a daily struggle on my way to school. Lost, without direction, anger building. I yearn to see a light beyond this place.
I don't deserve to be your burden, just as I don't deserve the suffering. Not fair to endure belittlement, to be a target at school. Living without friends, trembling through conversations, silent as others laugh.
Yet, I rise daily, attempting normalcy, knowing that 24 hours stretch before me. Six for sleep, the rest on autopilot.
No romance, no guiding light, no clear goal, no means to reproduce. Lacking height, fair skin, a prominent jaw, or eyes as clear as the sea.
No discernible personality, trembling in conversations, a voice neither deep nor manly, a small stature... What comes after this, I'm uncertain. This text will linger in the depths of the internet.
I don't harbor resentment; I know you didn't intend harm. I've faced racism, not the blatant kind, but the insidious, psychological type. Born with brown skin, unconventional features, and curly hair, society made me a target.
Thanks, Mom, for making me brown, a target for societal prejudice. Thanks, Dad, for a face some might call ugly. Thank you both for overprotecting me, offering a subpar education, thinking it was the right path. I don't blame; I aim to show what's not right as the years unfold.
At 22, tears are a daily struggle on my way to school. Lost, without direction, anger building. I yearn to see a light beyond this place.
I don't deserve to be your burden, just as I don't deserve the suffering. Not fair to endure belittlement, to be a target at school. Living without friends, trembling through conversations, silent as others laugh.
Yet, I rise daily, attempting normalcy, knowing that 24 hours stretch before me. Six for sleep, the rest on autopilot.
No romance, no guiding light, no clear goal, no means to reproduce. Lacking height, fair skin, a prominent jaw, or eyes as clear as the sea.
No discernible personality, trembling in conversations, a voice neither deep nor manly, a small stature... What comes after this, I'm uncertain. This text will linger in the depths of the internet.
