Finding the Words

“My goal is to become the most integrated version of myself.” My friend Evan said these words as if they weren’t poetry.

We were sitting on a grassy knoll a few strides away from the train station. It was my first spring in Boston and Evan was becoming one of my first friends in that strange and complicated city. Sure, I knew the word “integrated,” but I hadn’t heard it used like this. Integrated was always in the context of Brown v. Board and the Civil Rights Movement. I didn’t know I could apply it to a relationship with myself. I didn’t know I was allowed to bring together what years of White Evangelical Christianity had turned into disparate parts.

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