AmeriKKKa

I am a black woman living in “post”-slavery America, although prisons seem to enable similar treatment for my people.

While the pandemic COVID-19 virus mingles with the Earths human population, racism trucks on. I find myself furious and devastated, all at the same time. I'm desperately trying to nurture my spirit, simultaneously, heinous acts of murder are committed against my people.

I cry for justice meanwhile, in the back of my mind, I question if I'm allowed to feel the way I feel. There's a privilege that I have in being a black person who is among the living. MY people die every single day at the hands of a racist who is deserving of no sympathy, no love, no mercy.

Yet here I am, with the lifeforce to do my part to end the needless suffering of my people. I appreciate, commend, and pray for the people on the front lines of these riots. I know my lifes purpose and am committed to it, fully.

Nevertheless, I feel mentally drained. At the same time, this is a necessary duration of rebellion that I'm not afraid of. I want to foremostly lend my heart to fellow black people who can feel the pain behind all of this. Amidst the anger, the pain hurts my heart the most.

Please stay safe, take care of your own mental, emotional, and physical selves.

NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE