Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

Growing up, I realized quite quickly that people hate being called racist more than they hate racism itself.

But now I run to the bad for comfort.

It hurts to dream, but I dream regardless.

I can “fix” the kinks in my hair, but not the kinks in this whole system that hates me and Devon and everyone who looks like us.

No matter what I do, no matter how much I iron down the hair that springs from my scalp, or work as hard as I can, I’m always going to be other to them. Not good enough for this place I’ve tried to call home all my life.

“They say life is full of surprises. That our dreams really can come true. Then again, so can our nightmares…”