Hidden Colors

Last week I watched a movie called Hidden Colors. That movie broke down the religious and physical similarities tyhat each race of people share. Does that make sense? I thought so. But that movie got me thinking, and not just about race, but about sexuality. Who are we to judge gay people , when we were oppressed based upon our skin color. Granted that I am straight and would prefer to keep it that way,I strongly believe that our hidden colors define who we are NOT we are trying to be.

Make me feel alive.

I need to feel vibrant, and alive. Music pulses through me and I must dance. Distancing myself from the people who oppress me is how I stay sane. Throwing myself into work and now school is why I remain the person that I have been trying to save. The glass will remain half full as long as I keep pouring sprite in the glass, lol. Today I heard a song that made me want to dance, dye my hair, and put the middle finger to the world...crazy huh, well I think so.