I don’t want to color between the lines. I want to smear my color all across the page until my blues and reds make purple, my blacks and white shine gray, and my yellows and greens shine hues of a beautiful orange. I don’t want to comb my hair. I want to let it kink and roll until it appears brillo but yes it is fresh and clean expressing my ethnicity, idealism, individuality and self. I want to wear my plaid pants in the dead of winter. So what if it’s cold outside. I am feeling light and free with a soul of springtime daises and flow of summer’s breeze tainted by the freshness of a newborn babe’s breath. I’m feeling new. Did you see... the temperature is way above 70! I want to bop my own bop, dap my own dap! I feel a stroll inside my soul th th th.. that allows me to walk through the dark days with a beautiful, joyous light inside and sing slamin’ be-bop melodies in the midst of chaos, and dance all by myself with an unseen partner that is holding me so close to His bosom. Sanctified security! I want to breath. Deeply. So deeply! So very deeply that you hear my inhalation of life and all that is wondrous and my exhalation of every situations of pain, disgust, and disappointment so that fills my lungs with the fluids of defeat that death by bronchial asphyxiation has become a viable option. I want to breath again. I want you; no rather, I need you to understand that your box-like paradigm of who I should be will not bind me. I want to break out of your box. To live beyond the boundaries of the impossibility in the fruition of Him-possibility! To overcome my past because of His restoration. To be all of the Me I should be because the Me that I gotta’ be it the Me He created me to be. So what if I’m….. unique! Against the grain… Out of the ordinary… Unorthodox… Peculiar or even strange in your eyes. I still gotta’ be Me.