Some days the weight of the world just seems so heavy. Some days the tears just won’t stop.
Today my heart is heavy.
Today the tears can not be contained.
Today my hope in humanity waivers.
My trust in the systems that were built to protect us all, EQUALLY, is gone.
And as I sit here writing and crying, all I can think about is that if I feel this broken hearted as a privileged white woman, how does it feel to be a BLACK WOMAN right now? How does it feel to be a BLACK HUMAN right now??
How does Breonna’s mother feel? Her father? Her whole family??
I can’t even begin to imagine the pain! The anger and frustration must be immense!
How does one continue to hope and dream? How do we continue to move forward?
So in search of some words of wisdom and inspiration I found this.
“I want to be remembered as someone who used herself and anything she could touch to work for justice and freedom…I want to be remembered as one who tried.” Dorothy Height – Civil Rights Activist
I can’t change the outcome of the verdict. I can’t bring Breonna Taylor back. But maybe, just maybe, I can fight for justice and freedom. Maybe I can be remembered as someone who tried.