this is what we gird ourselves with when we face our past. when we face our demons, our memories, our selves. when we face what we have done.
what kind of legacy is this that we must fight to make a better one.
it is crayons and drawings that look nothing— nothing at all— like what they’re supposed to be but they are the world, they are our families; these drawings are power.
the power is the belief that we once had.these are the things on the altar and then in the morning, we go out and protest. resist. never give up.
our lives matter and we will not be silent we will not stand silently by. because we once believed, and we wish that someone maybe will be able to again. in the future.
these are the things that we wish, to leave a better world behind us.these things are the war paint— that we hope that our sons and daughters and nieces and nephews will never need.