I a short descriptive essay about feeling like you don't belong.

Everynight a I close the blinds in my room and pull back the heavy quilt that covers my bed, a fly buzzes around my face. Every night, my first instict is to swat away the ennoying creature. Tonight as I pulled back my blanket, the fly landed oon my headboard and starred back me. The irritation of this sole infestation had been in my precence longer than I can remember, but tonight, the buzzing of …

…a real woman, I will pick myself up. Tonight, Insead of rolling up this paper I worte on and smacking that fly dead, I gathered the inpirational insect between by two hands and showed it to the door. I released the fly to live the rest of its life in the world it will learn to love. Tonight I released myself. I cracked my barrier. Bring on the world, I need to see it all.