i wish
(after stevie wonder)

being an adult is hard and sometimes i wish i was only playing grownup again. sometimes i wish i was lying in the backseat of the car, drifting off to sleep, listening to my parents tell stories to keep each other company on the long drive home.


i wish
(for trayvon martin)

being a brown child is hard and sometimes i wish I was small again & didn’t seem bigger than I actually am. sometimes i wish i could go back to when grownups thought me sweet & charming, before i grew old enough to be hurt by the thousands of stories they tell about me that make me the easiest of targets.