everyday Black people ask the world, 'do we have the right to exist? are we people? if you prick us, do we not bleed? Aren't we alive, aren't we real, don't we matter??' and in resounding chorus, the world says HELL NO.
But like, we do exist and we are people. We bleed the same blood, we have the same wants and desires as anyone else, we love and we hate and we ponder. We matter, we're real and we count. And I think I'm just very tired of us having to justify our existence on this earth.





















