Dear city of more,
It seems like it will never end. I want to be out in the streets with you, out fighting the good fight but I am debilitated by this sorrow. I am not able to do my own work. I can only read articles and weave through media to get tangled in this debate that is no debate at all. I send to you love, the little I have in my heart. I am worn but will resist in the ways I can and will be there when I can, as much as I want to just die and not have to see this and not have to deal with this. and i also don’t have to deal with it because I am privileged and because I am light skinned and because i am not the target, which is why it is my duty to thrust my body between.