i don't know what to write. i don't know if i have anything to write.

I die every time another black man is unjustfully executed. His stories, his family, his legacy. We're all connected.

I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.