I get up, chill with my dog, shower, pick out a black outfit from the sea of black clothes in my room, put on makeup and face the world.
Every day, I’m reminded that this world hates me.
I’m not talking about my friends or family. I’m talking about the world at large. The world I have to work in, live in, and fake smile in.
The world that tells me that I have to listen to others before my voice is heard.
The world that denies me my due because of the colour of my skin, or the curve in my waist.
The world that tells me I must acknowledge EVERYONE and their needs, but say nothing when those same people look right through me and don’t even pretend to acknowledge that I exist.
Can I let you in on a secret?
I fucking hate you too.