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I can remember being an adolescent dreaming of this current phase of my life. You couldn’t tell me I wouldn’t be driving my dream car and living in my downtown penthouse at this time. I envisioned by 26 I would be living my dream (at the highest level), traveling all around the world, and not have a care in this world. I guess you can say adolescent me wasn’t enitrely wrong, my dream job is actually my career, and I do travel often, however I work in retail to make ends meet, there’s no penthouse…yet, and my dream car has drastically changed, and on top of that, life has thrown me several curveballs within this last year.
I started year 26 on a high note, I brought in my Birthday partying the night away with all the people near and dear to me sipping on cocktails and smoking hookah. Then, on my actual birthday, my parents treated me to a relaxing massage followed by a family dinner at one of my favorite New Orleans restaurants. I just knew 26 would be filled with nothing but fun and fabulosity.
A few days after my birthday, I was scheduled to embark on my first journey as a filmmaker. After months of planning every single detail of my short film project I felt ready to take on this task head on. Well filming began, and it did not go to plan, if anything the plan became obselte and shxt went left. It was the first of the many times I would have to adjust within this new year of life.
As I mentioned earlier I work in retail to make ends meet, early part of last year I took on a management position at a job I had been at for 3 years, it was more money still part time, perfect right? Wrong. Between the film, working my main retail job, working my second retail job, running DATC and still trying to maintain my life as an actress, life became extremely difficult to keep up with. I found myself drained and anxious all of the time, because being all great things to all situations is not an easy task. In fact it’s the opposite of easy.
It was pretty obvious life was telling me I needed to scale back on something but what? Certainly not being a creative, the goal is to turn that into my only career so it would be stupid to scale those endeavors down. The only other choice would be to step-down at my main retail job but that meant cutting some of my money flow as well. After alot of prayer, that’s the decision I made. I went from being a manager, with a nice pay rate and hours, to working 20 hours a week with both of my retail jobs combined. I knew it would be an adjustment but oh how it was an adjustment.
Ultimately, making the decision to cut my retail hours forced me to really hustle, and build the hell out of my brand. I had to put my creative endeavors to the forefront. I could no longer view my creative work as a part-time career because the livelihood of my life depended on it. I live a pretty cool life, and I’ve become accustomed to living it that way; I wasn’t going to slow it down because I was too scared to boss up and put in work.
26 forced me to become a real adult. I had to learn how to effectively cope with all of the ups and downs that come with adulthood (and there are a lot of downs that occur). The moment you realize you are a functioning, able-bodied adult that is expected to efficiently contribute to society, shxt gets real. The important thing is to remind yourself that you can do this, and you have been prepared to handle adulthood (well hopefully).
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy chapter 26 has come to a close. It taught me A LOT. I was constantly reminded that I am a resilient woman that can successfully handle anything thrown my way. I often speak on the type of person that I am, but 26 taught me I am everything I say I am, plus more.
Until Next Time,
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I have known for a long time that I didn’t want kids…and then I met Eliot. On August 4th my big man makes 1. He is my godson and I couldn’t be happier that he ran his way into my life. I’ll never forget the first time I met him. I served in the navy with his mom (an amazing friend of mine named Janae) and grew to love her ideal husband Sean (this man is beyond supportive and a great dad). A few months back I asked them to make the 8hr journey to come visit me. I said show up and I’ll take care of the rest. When they arrived, they just put him down and he ran to me. It was an experience I can barely put into words.
I am a strong believer that people should not have children before they are financially, emotionally and professionally ready to. I also, now consider the validation a child can bring into your life and I am slightly more lenient when discussing parenthood with people. If nothing else, the one thing I learned from my week with Eliot is that you are almost never READY to have a baby. I wanted to talk about this because it was such an experience to see how people reacted to me having Eliot with me as I did my normal taskings.
I live alone and do a lot of home repair and contract work so as I would go to different stores to make groceries (real New Orleans right? lol), or buy supplies people would always comment on how nice it is to see a black man with his son. I started to consider if it was the stigma that black men do not spend time with their children in this day and age, or if it was because of the age of the child. As I considered it more and more, I can notably count the increased number of times I will see a mother alone with younger children engaging in daily errands in comparison to fathers. This is not to make an assumption on the action of the fathers but just an observation.
I noticed a lot, me and Eliot both have a pair of Croc’s and it’s interesting to me how a man wearing crocs is only adorable when his (god)son has a matching pair. You find yourself realizing you have skills that you wouldn’t instinctively think a man would have. Changing my first diaper was a breeze and every one after that was too, even the really messy ones. Another example is making a bottle at a restaurant and feeding him while trying to eat my own food. Enfamil is…amazingly convenient and nothing short of the devil at the same time (it smells HORRIBLE). I have learned to multitask unlike any other and now that he’s gone, I miss having to do the stuff I’d have to do to keep him entertained. It’s an amazingly fulfilling experience.
I’ll end with this, I was in Lowe’s holding Eliot and he kept saying “say ahhhh” so I did it as a sales associate walked up. I turned my head for one second, and Eliot plants a fist full of spit in my mouth. He thought it was hilarious and I, disgusted, couldn’t do anything but laugh at his little smile. This is what I meant when I said it was an experience.
P.S. Make sure you keep a cold pack handy. Moms don’t take sick days, and (God)Dads don’t either!
Recently, there’s been a lot of conversation about men being, well, trash. So much so, that a #MenAreTrash hashtag has been formed on social media accompanied with brief details about some of the horrible experiences women have had with men or some of the things men have seen happen to women. Unfortunately, a lot of men have not taken this hashtag lightly, and have felt the need to respond in a rather obtuse manner.
Instead of using this as a learning tool, men have taken another opportunity to live up to the hashtag. Many of them have spitefully expressed most of these women deserved their experiences, quoting they should have been “smarter.” Some have even gone as far to retaliate with a #BlackWomenAreTrash hashtag, because you know only black women say #menaretrash *rolls eyes*. Mix that with black women always being everyone’s scapegoat, it made sense as a great response to the narrow minded men that were offended by the initial hashtag. Also further proving why men are trash.
The #MenAreTrash tag was started by women to candidly discuss the experiences they had with men in order to ensure other women they weren’t alone in the struggle. It was intended to create a safe space for women who experiences are often invalidated. Something I appreciated as a woman; I’ve personally encountered men with tumultuous behavior and felt that I somehow was the cause of it. Seeing other women share their similar situations was comforting.
Society places a large amount of pressure on women to stay silent about the trash behavior of men. We are expected to accept men’s bad behavior as the standard for how men behave. Hence sayings like “boys will be boys.” We are internalized to feel men are not behaving badly, they are simply just being their normal selves, and you being the woman should just adjust and learn to adequately deal with it. This tag was women saying “enough is enough,” and we are demanding change.
It’s no secret that most men still believe a woman’s sole purpose on this earth is to be subservient to them. Alot of them believe women have a place, and that we are not our own persons’. Men have been conditioned to feel our lives are solely based around fulfilling their needs. There isn’t a day that goes by where a tweet is floating around twitter expressing what a women can do to improve her odds of gathering the attention of men. From the way we conduct ourselves to how we dress to even how intelligent we are, men feel these are things they should have sole control over. This way of thinking is not only detrimental to a woman’s subconscious, but if we do not comply or conform to it, can ultimately lead to our deaths.
Too often we read headlines about women rejecting the advances of men, and the men feeling so hurt by this, they harm or murder the woman. That is the outcome of what happens when we continue to normalize irrational heteronormative behavior of men. Society continuously brushes off women expressing how “cat-calling” or “being picked-up” is destructive to us. Women are told we should be flattered that we were deemed attractive enough to want to be “picked-up” in the first place. Nevermind the fact that most women align this type of behavior with trauma and not flattery.
Men have being conditioned to see women as property, which greatly contributes to rape culture. Most men view being a sexual predator as no big deal, seeing that they are taught to be the conquerer in every situation. They do not view their unwanted advances as sexual assault, seeing that this patriarchal idea of heroism determines their masculinity level. As a result of this mentality, men feel no remorse for this traumatic behavior. Often leading to victim-blaming or slut-shaming. Teaching women that the cost of wearing certain clothing or behaving in certain manners is men being entitled to their bodies.
This unfortunate behavior also determines the hierarchy of women. As a result of this patriarchal mentality, men are taught to perceive certain women as better than others. Women that assimilate to this social system are more protected and cherished. Meanwhile women who refute it are no longer viewed as feminine, and viewed as being equally masculine as men. This belief can also have deadly consequences for women. Take the situation of Sandra Bland, an educated black activist who often spoke her mind, because she did not comply with the white male officers who stopped her, they caused bodily harm to her leading to her death. They viewed her as masculine due to her immense knowledge and assertive response and physically handled her as if she was another man. Her story is just one of many like it, and once again those men felt little to no guilt about what happened because it all could have been avoided if she would have just stayed in her place.
So how we change this behavior? Well, this hashtag is a great way to begin. It starts a much needed dialogue between men and women. Men can begin to see the faults in even slightly thinking this way and what can happen to women because of it. I’m sure some man, somewhere is reading this feeling “Well I don’t think like this, so I am not apart of the problem,” but that way of thinking is the problem. Just because your behavior is not as extreme as others, does not mean you are still not as problematic as they are. Have you shared your knowledge with other men? Have you called your friends out for even slightly engaging in this destructive manner? If the answer is no, then you too are just as harmful as the men who are trash. It’s time for men to start calling out their brethren for their deplorable behavior. Men will effectively hear other men and be able to get through to one another.
I do believe we will begin to see a shift in men very soon. Women have grown to a place where they feel comfortable enough to express to men their wrongdoings and are holding men accountable for their damaging behavior. Like everything in life, this transition of our society will take some time. We have centuries of deprogrammimg to do, on both men and women. I have hope that as a people we can change. I look forward to the day when trash men are truly the minority, and men everywhere feel comfortable enough to call themselves a feminist. However, until that day comes women everywhere feel free to use the #MenAreTrash tag. We will stop using it once men give us a reason to stop.
To the men who don’t get offended by the hashtag, because they know they aren’t trash, I want to say thank you. You guys get it, and are appreciated. Now please share that energy with your fellow man, our lives literally depend on it.
It was a slow and rainy Wednesday at work so my co-worker and I began talking about our romantic relationships to pass the time. I explained to her I considered myself single(ish) and she shared the same sentiment as well, a sentiment several millennials like myself can relate to. We continued our conversation about relationships and marriage, and before she left she said these words “I’m just trying to make money, catch me a husband, so I can get my happiness.” I pondered on those words for a while, and all I could think to myself was money and marriage aren’t the keys to happiness and why do we even still believe in that age-old ideal?
Marriage has always been seen as a high priority goal on the list for people wanting to achieve the american dream. Even in 2017 a lot of millennials still see marriage as this fairytale-like fallacy, and feel in order to have happiness then they have to be married. Fortunately for me I grew-up in a family that has always expressed the reality of marriage. I was taught it takes a lot of hard work and dedication, and the only way for it to truly work is if both partners feel complete within themselves. So I’ve never aligned marriage with my happiness, nor have I ever felt the pressure to find a husband to complete me. Truthfully, it wasn’t until recently that I even felt marriage was something I could see myself partaking in (but we’ll save that topic for another day).
Even though I think the institution of marriage is highly flawed, I still believe in the sanctity of it. Marriage is sacred, and should be seen as something to solidify an immense and unbreakable bond between two individuals. Traditionally speaking, marriage has never been about true love or happiness. It has always been handled like a business deal, using women as collateral. Women would provide domestic duties in exchange for financial security. However, those days are (almost) behind us, and women make enough to sustain their own cost of living. We can now officially marry one another for all of the right reasons yet we still are not.
Mostly because people truly don’t care about having a happy and successful marriage, they just don’t want to be alone. They have this notion that if they’re unhappy and single then being attached must equate to happiness. They fail to realize you can be with someone and still not be happy with them. All you end up doing is temporarily occupying that incomplete space in yourself with another person but not actually fixing that emptiness you feel. Marriage is not this cure-all to loneliness and people have to stop treating it like it is. So how do we change this flawed idea of marriage?
Well for starters, people have to become more honest with themselves, and begin asking themselves very uncomfortable questions. For instance, when’s the last time you took a moment to reflect on what truly makes you happy? Not what society tells you will make you happy, or what would make your parents happy, but just you. We don’t ask ourselves that question nearly enough, and then we begin to depend on others to tell us what will make us happy. However their happiness is not ours and vice versus. Once you find your happy you become more comfortable with who you are, and you stop looking for happiness within someone else.
Now hear me clearly when I say there is nothing wrong with wanting to be married. Marriage can be a beautiful thing when done correctly. Just stop looking for marriage to fulfill this empty void in your life. It won’t, and you will end up feeling even more alone being married than you were while you were single. You have to remember you are the sole source of your own happiness. Once you realize and believe that I guarantee you everything else in your life will just fall into place (yes, even marriage).
Well until next time kids,
Thank You: [thangk-yoo]
definition: expressing one’s gratitude or thanks.
When was the last time you received a genuine thank you? How did it make you feel?
Now think back. When was the last time you gave a genuine thank you or sent a thank you card? How did the person respond?
Did you know that for $4.99 or less, you could change the lives of 20 people with a simple card?
In today’s society, we live in a world of instant gratification. A like on a photo. A like on a Facebook post. Retweets of a funny tweet. Now, consider how it would feel if you came home and opened your mailbox and instead of a bill, you received a thank you card, and when you opened it, someone had told you, that some small act you overlooked changed their life. That would beat all the instant gratification of a like or retweet wouldn’t it?
I challenge you from here on out, to remember how someone has changed your life. Take 5 minutes of your life, write it down in a card, and change someone else’s life. Erykah Badu tweeted on 11/26/13 at 11:49AM “Write it down on real paper with a real pencil. And watch shit get real.”
Stay creative, Stay inspired, Stay awesome,
On April 29th, 2017, as I sat on the stairs of a building I watched a caterpillar die. I began to weep, as if the caterpillar was a family member of mines. I kept wiping the tears away and they just kept falling. I instantly realized the tears had nothing to do with the caterpillar dying but what it was a metaphor for.
This world is, more specifically, this country is a caterpillar on the sidewalk dying before it could even get a chance to become a butterfly.
As I sat there bawling my eyes out, every ounce of emotion that comes with the black experience fell away. All the pain I felt every time I watched a Black person get gunned downed by police came out. Every time I had to pretend I was okay at work right after police brutality was displayed on a national level came out. Every time a black trans-woman was murdered without question came out. I shed a tear for every micro-aggression I experience on a daily. Tears I didn’t even know I had in me fell away and they just wouldn’t stop.
People kept passing giving me odd looks as if I was a deeply disturbed individual. They knew something was wrong, yet no one was compassionate enough to ask if I were okay. They gave a quick glance and went about their day. A practice america has been engaging in for far too long.
As a people we don’t care about one another. We don’t have enough empathy, and we’re taught if the situation doesn’t specifically have an affect on me then it’s just not that big a deal. Yes, we may say a brief “awe, how sad,” but once the situation dies down so does the sorrowful appeal it has on our brains.
I could sit here and write about how we could create a better world, and the benefits that would come from it, but truthfully I am tired and frustrated with expressing the same sentiments about the same things. Our country is showing it’s true colors right now, and I think it’s important to bask in that. Everyone needs to experience how I feel, and most people that look like me feel on a daily basis. The feel of anguish, discomfort, and uncertainty are emotions that make up about 65% of my experience in america. I want people to always remember this uncomfortableness, and that it leaves such a lasting expression they to do more to prevent it from occurring again.
I know you’re probably saying that’s never going to happen, but even in the midst of all the chaos that is taking place around us I still hold onto hope. Hope for a better day. For a day where everyone is outraged about the same human rights issues. A day where we actually listen to each other and find common ground. I’m aware it won’t be easy. In fact, I’m sure it will probably be one of the hardest things we ever done as a people, but we can accomplish it.
After awhile the tears finally stopped falling. It began to rain so I quickly gathered my belongings to run inside. Before I left, I glanced down at the dying caterpillar, I could feel my eyes begin to swell again. Then I noticed it was crawling again, v e r y slowly, but it wasn’t dead.
Until Next Time,
It was out of character for me to not enjoy the Oscars. First, this recent Oscars featured the most diverse films of the year. Moonlight, a film centering around a black, gay male; Hidden Figures, the triumph story of three African American women pioneers at NASA ; and Fences, the beautifully crafted August Wilson tale of the everyman. As an actor, These featured films and documentaries that explored accustomed environments, spoke unfiltered language, and reflected recognizable people should’ve kept me in awe. However, I was solemn.
The previous night Chyna Doll Dupree was shot ten times, leaving the Earth sweet memories of a vibrant performer. I never met her. I never met Trayvon Martin, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X , Harvey Milk and countless others that had to feel small caps of steel, piercing through their bodies.
As a distraction from empathy, I poured a glass of champagne anticipating Denzel’s victory; he was the front-runner for Best Actor. Though Viola Davis and Marhershala Ali brought Oscar’s home, it wasn’t a surprise because they’ve been collecting accolades the whole award season. I needed Denzel to win. Denzel always had an uplifting, eloquent speech to tie into his award. Casey Affleck seized the Oscar. I gulped some champagne.
With the main category, Best Picture, left to present, the room’s atmosphere became lighter. Hidden Figures or Moonlight would be the barrier of our good vibes. A win for either film would be a sigh of relief. La La Land was announced as the winner. Immediately, I felt defeated, hoping the champagne would be first aid to my bruised ego. Though a bit dramatic, I asked myself is there solace? To be so close , yet , so far.
I decided to focus on the important matters by deciphering what I could do to ensure Chyna Doll’s justice. A Facebook post wouldn’t suffice. As the ideas flowed, my phone received a text:
It was a mishap! MOONLIGHT WON!
Unless you’ve been living under a silent proof rock bounded by a magnetic forcefield, then you probably know GOP candidate donald trump was elected president on last week. You also probably know that half of America is in an uproar about it. I for one was not thrilled about trump being elected president for several obvious reasons, and it’s taking me some days to process the results of the election. Being the bonafide liberal that I am, trump’s political proposals during his campaigning have gone against every single one of my political beliefs. Plus we’ve all seen what can happen to minorities when conservatives attempt to run the country.
As a young black woman that works in the customer service industry, I get a first-hand chance to see how America treats one another. Between the blatant displays of racism, classism, and sexism I’m subjected to on a daily basis, trust me when I say we have more work to do as a country than sit around and be angry and depressed about this year’s election results.
I witness people everyday who claim to be tolerant display extreme acts of micro-aggressions. Some of the exact same people who are devastated over trump being the new president elect, can’t fathom why I stand with #blacklivesmatter or #nodapl. As someone that considers herself to be a serious activist, I don’t believe in being choosy with what problems I associate myself with. I believe in fighting for the equality of all people. I believe that all of God’s living creatures deserve respect. And I believe in standing up for everyone whether I understand their struggle or not. However, most people only fight for social injustices that personally affects them, and that is a real issue.
So yes, this year’s election may have not gone in favor of several Americans, but one thing it did do was force us all as a country to take off those rose-colored glasses we’ve become so accustomed to wearing. I think for the first time everyone as a whole is collectively seeing this country for what it is…broken. Something that individuals like myself have known for years.
As much as most Americans hate to admit it, we as a country have never been great. We’ve never dealt with our flaws, and we’ve constantly told minorities their thoughts and opinions did not matter because they weren’t the majority. Instead of actually having open dialogue with one another, we would only discuss social issues amongst ourselves fearing that people who looked different than us wouldn’t understand. We learned to deflect our pain as a country by not dealing with the hurt of the past and only focusing on the progressions we’ve made thus far. Some even went as to far as to express certain social issues were figments of people’s imaginations.
So now the time has come and we can no longer as a country run from the truth. It’s time for all Americans to have a honest conversation with themselves, and ask questions such as: Why do I only care about social issues that personally affect me? Or do I even understand the real meaning of what tolerance is? We have to rewire the way we view the outside world. It’s time to do the work. It won’t be easy, but I believe in us as a country and I know we can do it. Will everyone be willing to change? Absolutely not. Half of Americans fear change, and the other half feel too entitled to want equal rights for all. Due to their close-mindedness rights for all will somehow take away from their own personal freedom.
The sad truth is we may not ever be able to get all Americans on the same page, and you know what that is okay. However, it is time for those of us who believe in real equality and justice for all to come together so we can create a better country for everyone. It’s time to stop prioritizing social issues and say if this problem is affecting you, then I empathize and stand with you and will help you fight until you no longer feel that pain anymore. I have faith in us as a people and I know we can do it.
This election may have not gone the way many of us wanted it to, and honestly has caused several individuals a great deal of hurt and pain, but now is not the time to channel our pain into anger. Sitting around being angry will not help with the progression of this country. Now is the time to remain faithful to God. I’m a firm believer that everything in this world happens for a reason, and although we may be unclear as to what that particular reason may be, God is always in the plan. Please know that everything will eventually work out the way it is suppose to.
Americans across this country I challenge you to stand up for what is right even in the midst of uncertainty. Please do not wallow in your pain, but instead use it to start an initiative to better educate Americans everywhere. Continue to protest, continue to ban together, and most importantly continue to love and do not allow the hatred of others to detour you from what you believe in.
Until Next Time,
Well my heart is officially broken…and no it’s not because a cute guy didn’t text me back or I didn’t get a chance to buy one of my favorite things but over something that is truly serious.
On last night, two of my little cousins (ages 7 and 8) and I were discussing how they view the world, I was expecting light-hearted answers that reminded me of the joys of childhood, instead their answers were discerning and beyond heartbreaking. They began to tell me how they were scared of America, because this country does not like people that are their skin color. When I asked how did they know this my 7 yr old little cousin responded by saying “Because people keep getting shot.”
I swear my soul temporarily exited my body, and tears began to heavily fall down my face. I couldn’t believe the reality of what it is to be Black in America is affecting them already. However, I shouldn’t be surprised. I was only a couple of years older when I first realized being a black person in America comes with a lot of emotional trauma (when I was about 10 years old I was called a n**ger for the first time). I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that almost 20 years later we are still living in a world where racial discrimination is still a huge part of our society. Or even that there are still people that openly tell Black people that racism doesn’t exist.
I continuously tell myself that one day our country will come together and have this kumbayah moment, and we’ll realize that we are all one race…the human race. I keep praying that one day this country will realize that fighting one another and hating one another won’t solve anything, but as I grow older I’m growing more doubtful of that idea. Black people are literally saying please stop killing us and people are saying “Well…” I’m not sure what it will take for this country to finally come together, or if we will come together at all.
It’s time for all Americans to look in the mirror and see our country for what it really is…fxcked up. Whether we want to face it or not our country is going through an extremely traumatic time right now, and children are seeing that. They are internalizing this country’s pain, and nothing good can come from manifested pain. We have got to come together to create a better America. A country thats’ foundation is built on love, understanding, forgiveness and not fear. If not history is just going to continue to repeat itself. Will we one day live in a world that is free of all hate? Probably not, but I’m clinging to the faith that one day we will live in a better America, and this country will truly be the land of “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.”
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I remember the exact moment I decided to not recite the words of the pledge to allegiance at a school assembly. I was 14 years old stuck in Smyrna, GA after being displaced by Hurricane Katrina. As I looked around at everyone, I kept thinking how un-american I felt, and how pledging my allegiance to that red, white, and blue flag just didn’t feel right anymore.
Fast-forward almost 11 years later and I still feel uneasy when it comes to identifying myself as an American. Yes, I know I was born in this country which technically makes me an American citizen. However, this country subconsciously tells me everyday that my life as a Black American is not valued.
Being an American that belongs to any type of “minority” group is extremely difficult, especially being a Black American. I’m told to love a country that so openly does not love people that look like me (and if you object to this statement you clearly haven’t seen the news or social media lately). I live in fear everyday because I know my life can quickly be brought to a halt due to the color of my skin. And don’t let me even get started on the psychological effects being a Black person in America can have on you.
As much as we try to ignore it, this country is just not the home of the free and the brave. Freedom is limited here, and is only awarded to those who are the “right” color, and have enough money to buy it. And bravery? I’m not sure if it even exist. The truth is our country is only brave when it comes to going to a pointless war with another country (unfortunately, we have yet to learn you can’t use violence to bring about peace), but when it comes to speaking out about real problems everyone seems to turn their heads and look the other way.
So how does one look pass America’s flaws? Well…you don’t. It’s time for all Americans to begin to get real about how fxcked up this country really is and stop turning a blind eye. It’s time to dismantle, reconstruct, and rebuild our justice system because 98 % of the time it only works in the favor of one group of people. It’s time to stop only caring about issues that specifically affect you as an individual. It’s time to come together as a people, and support one another. Most importantly, it’s time to unconditionally love one another. We need each other more than ever right now.
To all the Americans that have been fighting to make America’s motto a true statement, I just want to say thank you. Please continue to demonstrate, and bring awareness to just how flawed this country actaully is. We will be heard, and change will come. I have faith that one day, and one day soon, this country will be “The home of the free and the brave”…for everyone.