☾ she who hears ☽
earth tones, birthstones, and erogenous zones
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude. — Warsan Shire
I cried for Trayvon Martin. I cried for Florida.
I cried for the voices that won’t be heard.
I cried for the system and it’s enormous faults.
I even cried for the jury (I pity their souls).
I cried for the years that have gone by (and will go by) without a paradigm shift.
I cried for our pasts. I cried for our futures.
But above all that, I cried for us (those who are painfully aware and those who are ignorant).
However this effects us, no matter where we stand, this moment and all the other ironic injustices of our justice system shape our collective history.
We stand together and I hope that in doing so, we’ll shape/create/revolutionize another way.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. — Walt Whitman