am i angry? am i? am? i? yes, but no. no, but yes. i go back and forth about what do i have the privilege to be angry about. perhaps because this beautiful black skin that i am tenured in is an act of resistance. once 3/5, and now what? maybe 4/5 human. because my mom and dad both went to prison i am still suffering, coping, and struggling trying to understand what that means for me?
can i get to thirty? without. being. a. stat. or better yet. can i live free without getting a dwb. i am angry everyday because i have to….