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High School
African American
“What I ask for the negro is not benevolence, not pity, not sympathy, but simply justice.” -What the Black Man Wants, Frederick Douglass

Message from Writer

Love your body, because you are your body, not in the sense of it being the only thing by which you are judged, but in the sense of it being the vessel for your soul and the protector of your mind.

You are the Wind

January 26, 2020


Dear [I can’t tell you],
How on this earth, with its sunsets and oceans and mountains, could you possibly not love yourself? You’re the wind, light and flowing through my hair. You touch the sun every day. You bring me to the sun, every day. It breaks my icy heart to see you suffer, to see you tumble and become stagnant. The wind was not made to be stagnant. The wind was not made to be quiet. The wish-granting factory you speak of, which you say does not exist, I tell you it does. Because whoever operates it, they gave me you. 
                                             With love,
Written to my girlfriend.


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  • Tushar Mandhan

    Awwww....That is so so romantic. Reminded me of someone I can't name!

    about 1 year ago