I don’t know what waking up to the certainty of security feels like. When I open my eyes each morning, the first question that enters my mind is how will I have to alter my behavior today, so that others don’t feel threatened? How will I have to speak and look so that I appear less than what I am? Less strong. Less dark-skinned. Less different. How will my hair offend? How will the way I speak be mocked? No, I don’t know how it feels to feel secure with being who I am.