At the moment, I’m having a very difficult time formulating a sentence. My thoughts are scattered, my nerves are shot, and I am exhausted. To keep it totally one hunnid with y’all, I have no clue what to do right now. I am not one to start a rally or organize a protest. I am a writer. I write things. I use words to connect with people. To uplift. To heal. But today? Right now? I’m stuck. Lost. Disturbed.
Mad as all hell.
I keep thinking about how [insert hashtag name here] could just as easily be my grandfather, father, uncles, cousins and friends. I keep trying to think of something — anything — I can do to help prevent yet another innocent Black human being from getting shot by corrupt police officers. I keep trying to come up with ways to help reassure and reaffirm my and my people’s humanity and unalienable right to live. But again, I’m stuck. [Read more…]