I’m tired. So tired. So, so very tired. I pray that I will have the “wherewith-all” (that is SUCH a strange word) to clearly convey the subterraneous depths of despair that I am currently and for some time been dwelling in. Right now I don’t think that I do. This probably isn’t “professional.” It’s probably …
Two hundred seventy days. Only two hundred seventy days. Two effing hundred Seventy effing days Two hundred seventy days. Hmmph. I suppose it equates to the two hundred seventy ways That we are deemed inferior Deemed less than Deemed nothing By those who really count The “real” people, The ones that matter Of which I …
What did MLK say exactly? Something like, “…in the end, what hurts the most is not the harmful words spoken by our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” I’m sure I completely botched the quote and truthfully right now Idgaf; this isn’t speech and rhetoric class. This is “real” “life” in 2020 America for …
