Alison Rebecca

My latest video!A day in the life and the process of my drawing

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First Video!

Harry

Shattered

I've been listening to The Read for years now and the time has come for me to draw @crissle with the iconic quote "Words mean things!"

Years later the bitter glares don’t bother me anymore, and the hot wet summers feel good against my skin, but that strangeness still lingers.  I feel lit when I stare at my reflection, or when the voices of my peers melt together into the backdrop of a summer night. I feel it when the fluorescent lights above me turn everything into a yellow white blob of emails and office gossip. I don’t mind it though. Feeling like a stranger doesn’t bother me anymore

 I kept myself away from a lot of things so I wouldn’t seem like a stereotype. I never wore loose fitting clothes, I never allowed myself a bad hair day, I avoided rap music and wouldn’t even touch my purse if I was in a store. I kept my music down while I was driving, unless it was something that would remind people I wasn’t what they thought. I never wore hoodies, and I was careful about going for walks so I wouldn’t look like I was loitering. I pushed myself to perfection. I thought, “No one can attribute my flaws to my skin color if I don’t have flaws, right?”

Of course the answer is yes. It’s easy to tell myself I’m unique, and that my perspective is unlike any other because it’s mine. But I realized years ago, maybe I could have been special, but I didn’t try hard enough. They told me I already was. So now I’m here, typing up stories that are as much yours as they are mine.