Were. Are. Will be.

Hey you,

I just wanted to check in and you know I think better when I write so I had to write this note to get some things off my chest. 

First and foremost, I’m proud of you. 

I know you felt a lot of emotions early on and a too much pain. I know you couldn’t understand or figure it out why so you hid your self. The sensitive parts. The passionate parts. The best parts. You became what you had to be to survive in world that makes a sport out of destroying young black queer people. You hid your sparkle under a cloak of normalcy, forever fading, slowly dying. Piece by piece.

It got really rough there for a minute. It was really hard to watch you chip pieces of your self away, trying to survive in a society that has put a monetary value on humanity. You lost a lot of friends and I know you felt like you were alone, but I was there. I was always there. But don’t worry, I didn’t take your loneliness personally. It made sense. It was a natural human response to the pain and sadness you didn’t know how to process. You longed for love and community and the world met you with indifference and despair. You didn’t deserve that. No one deserves that.

Over the past few years I have had a front row seat to watch you claw yourself back to the light and it has been a marvel. But let me make something crystal clear: 

There was never any mothafucking thing wrong with you!

Not a thing.

You are not broken. You are not unloveable. You are not weird. You are not failing. You are not too much and you are not too little. 

You are, in fact, the shit. You are the dopest person I have ever met. You are the right amount of peculiar and weird. You see the world in a way that brings hope to those around you. When you speak and when you write, time stops and people listen. I listen. You are a goddess in the way that you have grown into yourself and your voice. 

For years your eyes were dark, sad, bleak. Scars stretched across your face from stress rash But now your light is back and it’s stronger than ever. The very energy those fearful people tried to use to destroy you turned out to be the catalyst for your rebirth. Look at the universe!

I can not wait to watch you soar! You’ve been patient. You’ve waited. You’ve cried. You’ve grounded yourself. You’ve changed perspectives. You’ve grown. You’ve owned up to your mistakes. You’ve apologized. You’ve processed. You’ve loved. 

You’re living. You’re human and it’s beautiful. 

I need you to understand that I mean every single thing that I’ve said in this letter. Don’t doubt or overthink, trust me and be.

Afterall, all of this time, I’ve been writing this letter to,

Me.