You know whAts stressful? Four years ago, I started spending everyday pondering where it was safe for me to take my black children and raise them. No answers yet.

Like there’s literally no place I can think to take them where their odds of survival are high.

And I cry about it a lot.

I brought beautiful children into this evil world and have no way of protecting them from the evil that’s here and it breaks my heart.

I don’t even know how to raise them. Like...
Teach them to be peaceful in hopes they can fly under the radar or teach them that enough is enough and to not take it anymore?

I hate that I did this to them sometimes

This shit plagues me every fucking day