I’m physical evidence that love is more than just skin colour. I’m my ancestors’ wildest dreams. I’m the fear of every racist. I am history, I am present, I am future. I am valid and enough, regardless of what naysayers might say. I don’t have to pick sides. I’m two, made into one. I’m proof that borders are just imaginary lines made to separate people. I’m anarchy, in my own way, rebellion against the norm.
