April 2025

People say I should calm down. That I’m imagining things. But this is real—to me, it’s real. The fear. The confusion. The way my mind twists and turns until I don’t know what’s true anymore.

I am the only Black boy in the class… and sometimes I feel bad. It’s stressful to fit in.

I try to tell them. I really do. But they just smile, nod, and tell me to “stay positive.”
But how do I stay positive when the whispers never stop?