Sunshine

A line has been crossed.  As i continue my calendar ritual i wonder what 2026 will allow,  what I will write in 2027

A woman, white.  No Somali.

Young, they say made of sunshine…

A child, expecting to be picked up after School, expecting to see their mother but won’t because she is splattered across her car, 3 bullets to the face and then he calls her fucking bitch

Don’t turn away

A line has been crossed.  Look.

If they can kill her then, any one of us.  We have become fair game

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