this deserves more notes. notes will never be enough for this post
I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.
do you ever hear a line in a song and it’s just so painfully clever you just sit there in shock for the remainder of the song
You’d think that after 2 hours of sleep and 11 hours of moving into my new apartment I’d be exhausted enough to sleep through the night but no, of course not. It’s now 5am and I have only slept for 4 hours. I feel like I’m dying.