This week I don't have much to say. It's been a stressful few weeks. College is hard, and so is keeping a budget, or money in general. Relationship status is still single.

This week I don't have much to say. On my way to a dorm, two young white kids yelled at me to do the dab. They listed off names of black football players and asked which one of them I knew from their car. I silently walked away.

This week I don't have much to say, a homeless lady in my neighborhood yelled to me in Spanish that I don't belong there. I had no comment.

This week I don't have much to say. I walked around with my Dashiki because I'm Pro-Africa and it was laundry day. People stopped and stared and I tried not to care, but I did anyway.

This week I don't have a lot to say. Tried to support my sisters what else can I say? Also #SisYouAreBeautiful by the way.

This week I don't have much to say. "Halloweekend" was filled with parties which were filled with plenty of girls. Didn't manage to really talk to any of them, but the music was nice. So... dope.

This week I don't have much to say. I'm still trying to avoid my friend that I have a crush on to this day. You know how that goes.

This week I don't have a lot to say. My roommate decided his mom was going to stay with us 'til the end of the month. I lowkey wish I had a heads up, but the two of us can talk about it later.

I feel abstract this week. I also feel kind of weak. I feel like being a black college student comes with a lot. A lot of stress, a lot of excitement, a lot of fun, and a lot of micro-aggressions. And sometimes unconventional writing, or behavior, is a nice way to quell the stimulus overload that comes with that experience.

I've been told that the best writings are the ones that take risks. Those that dare to be different. I don't think this is the best writing but it sure is a risk.

Family is in tact, so i'm blessed.

Friends are relative, but consistent, and that's all I can ask.

Power to the people, may our struggle lead to prosperity.

Too many thoughts, not enough time to write them all out, to say what's on my mind.

But like the title says, I'm going to keep this short. So I guess a couple more words from me to the masses would be for the best:

Keep your head held high, make sure to touch the sky.

Be glad,

be mad,

be safe,

and try to be great.

And most importantly, next week, have so much to say that no one will ever dare to doubt you're brilliance, your willingness, and your ability to shake up the world. Peace.