FB memories. The rally was at the Special Investigations Unit (SIU), which have been rubber-stamping police killings. I remember going by myself. Alone. But I didn't feel lonely. I felt surrounded by community. Once there, at some point, someone handed me a cymbal. I let my rage speak through it, as loud as I could.
My activism hasn't been perfect. But I'm learning. And I don't mind looking like a fool. I don't mind being open about stumbling and muddling through. I don't mind being cringe. I actually don't give a fuck. I just want to express myself, and keep learning how to grow. Learning from everyone around me: old, young, human, other-than-human.
Here to risk it all.
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