It is so easy to be one of the privileged. It is easy to pull an arbitrary trigger once or seven times or a hundred times, it is easy to for a sheriff to say they were past curfew, it’s easy for a little white girl in Africa to say black lives matter. It is easy to forget.
Hey, it’s been too long. Well, here goes: Two days before my birthday on the 12th I woke from my half-sleep with an idea: Why not make a list of all the things I want to achieve during my 17th year? I pulled out a notebook and scribbled down a list some two pages long.Continue reading “Seventeenth Year & BLM”