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I will not explain my grief or passion anymore to someone who chooses to not understand. I am a fighter because I don't know what else to be. Warrior....is in my blood. I inherited this pain. I didn't choose this tanned skin....but if I had a choice....I would choose it again 1000 times. I watch my brothers and sisters die continuously in unjustified situations over and over like that movie groundhog day. It seems to never end. I see a world that takes from us freely but has never seen fit to return anything it's borrowed....correction....stole. Our dignity, respect, right to co-exist and even the ability to love ourselves. We are not hopeless....just fucking tired. When you are tired you see the world through different lenses, the water taste different, the air feels different in your lungs, the days and nights don't quite feel the same. Everyday is a fight against the next hashtag...to save the next persons name from becoming a battle cry....to fight against it being your loved one, friend....someone you personally hold dear...but no matter who it is...it still fills the air like thick smoke....sometimes making it harder to breathe. So if I choose to not find the words to explain my grief and passion any longer....I'm not sorry....I'm unapologetically a black mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, aunt... #NotSorry #DoneTalking