It is a Tuesday. Beautiful things are happening in the world around me! With that I've found myself in a place of feeling the complexities and pain of social human issues.
At the age of 11 I was called a nigger. This wouldn't be the last time that someone would spew a racial epithet because I made them mad.
Mondays are... Well they are what they are. I have come to not dread them as much as I once did.
Are we truly living in the real world or are we merely living in this fabrication of what we call the real world.