Zane Whitcomb

The Ghost at the Protest with Me (My Story, #4) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

I may have tried to distance myself from family, that does not change how they shaped me. Though identity formation for me was a long battle, I feel I became who I was supposed to. This seems to be my last book for "My Story" series as this book leaves us in the present day. I have shared all that is important to share as of right now and I am proud of my journey to being me.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Zane Whitcomb
• Erscheinungstermin: 29. September 2025
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798232549947
• Artikelnr.: 75560991

Autorenporträt

They can se the writing, they know the steps I am taking are similar to their most sacred however there is a difference. The wind gets colder, the ground has more clay. There are no mountains as they would be too noticeable, a dare most people would cross.

Loss:

The uncertainty of death does not scare me

I know the pain is you comforting me

The second I acknowledge the pain is you coming back to me

I live with parts of you, you died with parts of me

And the roots will destroy your slumber, in the wooden casket of their brethren

Not even 6 feet deep is safe for sleep

And I hold you closer than reality could know

Now that I have you everywhere, instead of only when I went back home

Oh my dreams are a world where you message me

And in those dreams I am not fully free

How we switch the language that we speak

To a language I know less of, so I can clearly see

The flowers do not idolize the sun, they follow me

On an island I did not choose to be

While my identities move to other opportunities

I hope history tries to define me

I hear their voices in conversation of the other

I want to reach the room they discovered

My ancestors intersectionality will connect me

My rivers will go to uncharted territory

May my voice be imprisoned with the ordinary

I send you my identities because there are places I can't take them

Only you can show me