It’s really fucking with me that we’re in the middle of a pandemic and the priority remains making sure Black people know their place, even if it’s six feet under.

Please spare me your “why are you surprised” rejoinders. I can’t go numb to it.

I would take my lil fresh air walks, with almost my entire face covered & men still catcalled me. I’d joke “can’t no pandemic stop street harassment!” It feels like my life is devalued everywhere I turn.

I was gonna try to end this thread with something positive because I love being Black. I hope every life I get, I come back as Black, and I hope I’m able to connect to each of those lives through old age.

But I’m tired.