the world is burning and I can only write
I am so tired of being angry all the time. I’m so tired, and the words with which to express my anger fall short of the all consuming beast that it has become. Please know that I am trying. To understand how you can argue yourself into corners, justifying the execution of innocent men because it’s easier to defend murderers than admit that maybe lady justice isn’t quite so blind as we make her out to be. Please know that I’m trying. To understand why you justify injustice by judging the oppressed as worthy of their oppression. You don’t know their names, but you can you accuse them of rape. You’ve never talked to them face to face, but you’re so sure that they're poor because they would never work as hard as you. Ignoring your economic privilege is a combination of luck and generations of slavery. Skin tone, language and religion are simply a coincidence within the world view of the righteous few. Who’s God conveniently reassures them that life pre-mortem is simply an exercise in piety preparing them for eternity. And so change on earth is impossible and unholy. Please know, that I am trying to see you as people. I want to see you as humans who are broken and  brave, kind and loving. I want to see you as worthy of love, worthy of friendship, worthy of trust. But you seem to want to be defined by your symbols. You seem to want all the world to know that you are nothing more than a collection of ideas. That because you can not find worth outside of your box, then no one else can or should. Please. Stop. You are hurting yourself and others. It makes me very angry that you either can not see this, or know this and actively look to harm people. Please. Stop. I am so tired of being angry all the time.
