I’ve realized that the people we claim to be
are not the people who we actually are
but rather the people we hope to be

We are fragile dolls
with the strongest walls
surrounding our interior

Knock til your knuckles bleed
and we still wont bear you any heed
as we cower feeling inferior

I’ve realized that the person I hope to be
is not someone that exists independently,
but is rather the best part of each person I know

I am a porcelain doll of concrete skin
broken once and mended again
Paint your soul onto mine in passing-
once bonded, the paint is everlasting

Come paint your story across my future
weave your thread between my sutures
Leave your mark and shape my views
and that is how I’ll remember you

angryblackman:

“How are your grades?”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Have you got a girlfriend?”

“What do you want to do when you graduate?”