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putting my fingertips to the keys & unlocking every part of me…
dear america
You have choices and I have limited resources. You have freedom and I have boundaries. We are not the same, yet you say all lives matter. That sounds nice and less divisive, so when I say, more specifically, black lives matter, you're offended. Why is that? Why can't it be both for you? Why does my self-awareness intimidate you? Is it because you too have to become aware of me, of the injustices that my people have endured? Why do I have to settle on your truth without you even being willing to acknowledge mine?
even in the middle, just breathe….