At Odds

It’s terrifying really,

Knowing that what you want to do

And what you need to do are at odds.

Realizing that what you think you are called to do isn’t really what your passion might be.

Sometimes you just have to find the job that lets you do what you love.

Sometimes it’s the same thing, sometimes it’s not.

Sometimes you struggle with who you really are; outside of a wife

a mother

or a daughter.

I, myself, am a writer; despite my best efforts to prove to myself otherwise.

I’m sorry Tamir

I’m sorry Tamir.

I’m sorry that you grew up in a world where you, a child, weren’t given the shadow of a doubt.

I’m sorry that you were tried and executed because of the color of your skin.

I’m sorry that you still won’t get justice.

I’m sorry that the system is so obviously stacked against you.

I’m sorry that you lived and died in a world that could have been better and so many chose to ignore it.

-b.e.