tired of preaching

“How does one hate a country, or love one?… I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love for one’s country; is it hate for one’s uncountry? Then it’s not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That’s a good thing, but one mustn’t make a virtue of it, or a profession.”

Because I feel like kids of color don’t hear it enough: domestic abuse is not a part of your culture. 

I mean you've threatened to kill me a bunch of times. You once told me you were gonna drown me in a river like a kangaroo.