The queer black child in me, is in awe. A bit shaky. A bit more hopeful.
The queer black teenager in me is righteous and trying not to cry.
Our lives and loves are beautiful (too)
Our lives and loves are beautiful.
The queer black adult in me is grateful.
Grateful that queer youth, especially queer youth of color, have a bit more breathing room.
Breathe Live Love Always We Got You
We love you.
This world is ours (too).
The world is ours.