Boxes.

I am Black.

And Blue.

From squeezing myself into the box I have been told I belong in.

My big hair and I … we do not fit.

My Blackness,

And my Indian-ness,

And my Guyanese-ness,

And my South American-ness,

And my Canadian-ness,

And I,

We do not fit.

The strong woman that I am,

And the weak woman that I am,

And the shy, scared, bold, brave women that I am,

They do not fit.

I do not like being told how to be.

I do not fit in neatly defined boxes.

I cannot be defined in 250 characters or less.

I refuse to be crammed into a size one fits all, skinny mini identity.

I do not fit.

-J

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