The thunderstorms clapped each night, rattling my senses as I try to get some shut eye. The world is being struck down by these challenges, these obstacles that we didn't expect, and it hasn't been a fair fight. I haven't slept well in months, with a few close calls of not being clean, I'm glad to survive. I'm still alive, still breathing.
I have to be honest, having to deal with it all at once can be compared to a rough sketch of what you'd thought was a good idea; it's all rough out there, even if I haven't seen it all with my two eyes, I can feel it every time my brother comes back home, a mask covering half of his face while holding a new bag of essentials to keep us alive.
I've lost lives... Lives of people that I was very connected to, just leaving without a goodbye, a hug, or comforting words, and the worst part of it all is how I couldn't even go to any sort of ceremony, maybe just a small funeral, a gathering... Nothing. The world hasn't been allowing me to hug those who've lost lives too, and it's unfair, so unfair.
I haven't been able to process everything in my head, because if I do it all at once, I know it's going to be heavy, it's going to be hard. It's disastrous out there with everything that's going on, and to feel helpless has been something I've been trying to avoid, but what would that do? What will my silence tell them? How will my unannounced political view help the world become a better place? When will I stop speaking anonymously, hiding behind a screen, speaking out with only a small amount of courage? I'm reaching out to tie up the loose ends of those who fought before us, for those who walked so we could walk faster, easier, lighter with each step. I'm speaking up for our ancestors who were treated poorly with injustice, our forefathers who fought for the rights that we've been taking for granted all along. We'll march through the streets that they built before us, carrying their name with each step.
And that's what I'll do, what we should do. We will not let them rob the future generations of what they took from us; Freedom. Peace. Justice. Equality.
–"Reaching", June 6

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