For Black Boys

  I'm sixteen, introverted, weird, and saw anything other than basketball and rap music entertaining. A typical teenager really wasn't to be expected from me. Once school was done I went straight home. Gaming or slouching was never my routine whatsoever. Being a history lover my eye's were focused on what date the next quiz would be on.

   During the summer before my sixteenth birthday my identity politics began to shift. It was here where I discovered that myself and some members of the LGBTQ community had a lot of things in common. Thanks to my evangelical household I never got the change to dig deep into this particular element. As I entered my adult years I have explored deeper into this element of myself a little more.
   My hobby of choice was cooking. I can replace my first made meal being spaghetti with my all time favorite a steak with a salad. Time would go on and I would do bizarre experiments that the world of food will never know. Cooking comes from the blood and out of the heart in the Montgomery family. At this very moment I have some stuff in my fridge that can make an excellent Sunday dinner.

  College as a whole (the idea and everything else that goes with it) was never a goal of mine. The ability to serve my country was though. Nothing as extreme as the U.S. Army would've been my branch of choice. My mind could've done anything I set it fourth to do. Knowing the history of people who look like myself and the harsh reality that they had to endure for fighting for acceptance in the Armed Forces I never enlisted or joined.  

   I have always seen myself as a walking manifestation. Young people who look like me only see two places in their lifetime: the block or prison. If someone ever wanted to ask me a  question as to who my writings are for I'll be glad to tell them. I write for those who can't write themselves. Those who are misunderstood are finally explained in the essay/or stories I write. One's that are gone have not been forgotten within the lines of my pages. Most of all I do what I do for black boys. Both known and unknown . Accepted or outcaste. Loved or abandoned.