You will never understand how tired I am. How tiring it is to be Black and live. How tiring it is to just have the strength to move. Black Injustice after injustice and just carry on.
How mentally, physically, existentially, and physically draining it is? the word tired doesn’t even come close to encompassing the feeling.
So, I have to write this in the aftermath of Atatiana Koquice Jefferson’s untimely death. Which was a response to a wellness check from a neighbor whom was concerned.
I have to navigate that this is literally a week after Joshua Brown’s death. Whom was the neighbor to Botham Jean and key witness to his trial.
Both cases were senseless and uncalled for. But they are a clearly a part of the systemic disregard to Black life. Reminders that again there is no real justice because it doesn’t exist equally in nearly all aspect of life.
I am tired that as difficult as life is, I still have to remember the worth of my Black life. The worth that society tells me and so many millions. The value we all know when a Black woman’s life was taken in mere seconds at her own home. That tired feeling knowing that were she white, this wouldn’t have happened.
That tired feeling that feels like existential dread and will never go away. This tired feeling where no amount of sleep…
