Do you ever wonder if the noises that you hear at night are a part of your everlasting dream?
You're asleep, but you're awake.
You're peaceful, but you're conflicted.
You're breathing, but at the same time water is invading your lungs.
Euphoria is limited, momentary.
You ride the waves of pure bliss until the realities of the world crash upon you and your board goes under.
Social media's a bore.
Facebook is plastered with mothers complaining about their child's failing grade and Instagram is a wasteland full of withering models and appetite reducing lollipops.
Sexism is infuriating.
A big man closes a door in your face and he's a boss.
A woman stands up for herself and she's being rude and over emotional.
Kids and adults alike are killing themselves.
Someone says they're nothing and they believe it.
They think if they throw themselves of a building it'll all get better.
They dont choose to hate themselves, we tell them too.
People are getting killed for their skin.
Race is not a valid suspicion.
Their skin is the same texture as a white person's.
Some say all lives matter, but all lives dont matter until theirs do.
People suffer, people die gruesome deaths, relationships can be frail, and the freedom our ancestors fought so valiantly for is polluted. Innocent individuals are being killed because of their race. Blood is shed, lives are taken and no mercy is shown. We are our salvation and our demise, whether the world rises or falls that is up to us.