for Marcellus.
i’m going to be honest here.
there are names I no longer commit to memory, stories I no longer share with any level of specificity.
as believing America will do right by her people is a heartrending cycle.
so tears become template for mourning the next victim. who find themselves on the wrong side of a government valuing convenience over thier burden of proof. for whom Blackness removes all reasonable doubt.
I know we’ll be here again, we’re here often. our trauma, while profoundly singular, frequently repeats in identical ways. we’re on an emotional hamster wheel designed to destroy us
…and it’s working.