My Black is beautiful. There's rhythm in my being, soul in my strut, and rhapsody in my intent. Learning to love my blackness has been the greatest gift I've given myself.
Like most people, I'd say my early twenties were fine in a shit way. Or shit in a fine way. Whatever (my word du jour back then). I didn't mind the lack of money and employment because I was just out of uni. So cavalier, man. But now I'm in my mid-twenties...
I was born into a generation with the world at my fingertips, raised on the assumption that my financial prospects would be the same, if not greater, than those of my parents but instead the world we were told we could have, is out of reach; that career ladder we were all aiming to get on, is a high-chair away.
All in all, it was a lonely existence in which no one ever wanted to put my iPod on shuffle at gatherings. And then I moved to the UK.