I just want to feel safe and protected.
That's it as far as my life goals for the rest of my existence on this earth goes.
It has taken me the better part of three decades to realise this very important need and more importantly that only I can satisfy it.
And yet, it seems like the impossible dream- to be safe and protected. Here, the color of my skin simply does not afford me this right.
I am not. Even though I will never be the loudest person in a room, I am not the social recluse that so many people perceive me to be.
Yet, despite my best laid plans weekend after weekend, I find myself at home.
Going to a bar, cafe or club is just an exercise in suffering indignity after indignity because the general conclusion is that I am there to sell my body.
I would rather be safe than be out there alone, pursued and stereotyped.