I’m so sick of Dr. King’s dream. Sick cuz we still not there.
Sick cuz we still gotta make them care.
What death? What lies? If someone else walked our shoes they’d be surprised.
The blank stares, the double dares, all we go through on a daily basis just to be heard- shit is really absurd.
I refuse to give up, I refuse to be put back down. Somehow, someway there has GOT to be a smarter play.
You are blessed, you are loved, especially the little ones up above. Be kind to your neighbor, don’t hold them accountable for history. If the story was in my hands I might erase it all and let it be an unsolved mystery.