A Prisoner to your own Home
You know if you’re a fly, you like faeces. If you’re a bee, you like flowers. You like what you like, and you’ll like it until you stop. And some people just don’t know any better. Let me pose this question to you: What is the difference between a gated community and a ghetto? Both are under surveillance: one by usage of cameras, the other, policed. Both have reserved geographical areas: one, the suburban ring, the other, the inner city. Both are bound to these areas, who enjoys it? Hiding away for so long left me forgetful of the feeling of belonging. Now that I’ve re-entered the world and to be surrounded by so much positivity and light, I ask why I kept myself away for so long? For those that don’t know me very well, I haven’t been, or at least have been on and off social media for the past two years and I’ve only just re-joined society, if you will, about a couple days ago, with this blog actually. I remember my cousin asking me if “I was on the run” because I h...