Don't Say, Do.

When words fail, text succeed. As an African American woman and lesbian, I was raised to know individuals by name, not race. Educated in DOD schools in my adolescence, I was whisked away from paradise (aka Okinawa, Japan) to have Florida's public education system dismantle me from being an Honor student with dreams of being an astronaut to discovering my gift of script and wanting NOTHING to do with furthering my education because I was derailed. Throughout my elementary and junior high career, my gifted test scores were substandard, a hard copy of my results weren't provided because they were lost and I was denied the opportunity to retest only to be thrown into drop out prevention classes. I'm not a conventional learner. I never was. I'm still not. I was a person who, when she set her mind to do something, made shit happen. I never took "no" for an answer. If something piqued my interest, I became obsessed and made it my priority to know every and any thing I could drown myself in. I've always been a hands on person... I still am. My dreams were never for fame, only experience. Travel. Memories. I love telling stories for some of the situations I've witnessed are in my mental scrapbook of irreplaceable memories never to be duplicated, replicated... Forgotten... And while my stories are colourful and sometimes unbelievable, they are even better when read for my text has always been my most lethal means of delivery and I refuse to spend another sleepless night not having written something, anything whether it's here or by pen in one of my journals because all dreams start somewhere... I just need to force myself to keep the pace...