ME LUCKY
People who never took the time to get to know me because they thought they already knew me, constantly repeated how lucky I was to be me. I had not known it yet, but eventually it would hit me that these were not my family, not my “relatives,” not my friends. They were strangers who claimed to know me but I knew nothing about them. I was alone in a world I did not choose to be in. A world in which I was living someone else’s life, living a lie, not being who I was born to be. Not living my life. How stupid I believed those who called me lucky to be. No, I did not tell them as they slowly withdrew from me. I was not their blood. It also occurred to me that I was the only one who recognized this, hence, there was no one for me to open up to and discuss it with. Again….alone. I am not complaining. It was just a fact of life. A fact of my life. I did not assign blame. If anyone insists there must be blame, I accept that moniker with pride. Moses Farrow: Wey back when, we started with...