I’m not surprised
I’m not shocked
I wish I could say I’m disappointed
But I’ve never expected much more
I’m not afraid
I am tired
I am tired of the constant visual reminders
Of what I already know
The images broadcast far and wide
To prove what I’ve always known
To people who’ve never wanted to care
I am exhausted
Fatigued by having the same discussions
Preaching to the same choirs
And to what end?
When we wash, rinse, and repeat
But no one will unplug the damn machine
I need rest
I would scream until I’m hoarse
If I thought it would change things
But knowing my voice will be lost in the void
I choose to save my remaining words for other things
Joyful things
Loving things
And a call to action
Words will never be enough
Prepare. Engage. Rise.