Breathe.

“I can’t breathe”.
What the fuck, world?
How do we keep letting this same shit happen over, and over, and over again.
How is it that people don’t think racism exists?
How is it that nothing seems to be changing?
I don’t understand.
I don’t understand how hate can be so powerful and harmony can be such a distant dream.
My heart is fucking broken not only for the lives we have lost, and not only for the communities that have to grieve those losses, but for the lives that will never get to be enriched by diversity.
The only thing that should not be able to breathe is oppression. I would like to kill, as quickly as possible, oppression.
I would like to kill oppression so that there will never be another young child that loses a parent because of their skin colour.
I would like to kill oppression so that marginalized peoples can walk the street, at any point of day, wearing whatever they want, and not have to worry about being harassed.
I would like to kill oppression because the fact that Darren Wilson is being guarded by off-duty officers while Michael Brown’s family is grieving the loss of their child is unthinkable. But I am also heartbroken because it breaks my heart that people think that violence is a way to deal with violence.
I would like to kill oppression because it baffles me that people are struggling to survive through cancer, and heart attacks, yet others are choosing to end other peoples lives.
And some are choosing to end their own lives.
Why the fuck can’t we just get along?
Why is it so much more difficult to work through oppressive tendencies than it is to murder someone else because we aren’t open enough to let them change our lives for the better?
Please, world.
Take some deep breaths.
Be thankful and grateful and compassionate and forgiving and welcoming.
Love.

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