Jun 9, 2022
I'm tired.
Tired of getting slapped in the face with yet another realisation of how casual, how normal violence is to those I love. I hate that I can tell I'm lucky, that I'm privileged, because I was never hurt physically.
I wasn't lynched. I wasn't sexually assaulted. I wasn't thrown out of my home.
And every time I get reminded of that, I get a little angrier. On behalf of those friends, those sweet hearted, kind, brilliant people who speak about the horrors they've lived as if they're normal.
