You don’t know what it’s like to be a black Muslim teenage girl in today’s society. To constantly be scrutinized and judged for every thing, no matter how minuscule it is. You don’t know what it’s like to feel like to breathe and be suffocated at the same time. To worry about what your parents think of you and want you to do, to feel overwhelmed doing everything you possibly can and it still not being enough. You don’t know what it’s like to continuously live in denial of your true nature and to do everything everyone else wants you to do. You don’t know what it’s like to be me. To be in a spacious cage and have a loose noose around your neck. You couldn’t possibly know what it is to have days where you completely give up on yourself and the world, dying inside. No one knows what it’s like.