Being knowledgeable or intersectional or just having empathy is so hard when we live in a world that is constantly trying to take away these things. Anti-intellectualism is on the rise, intersectionality is looked down on, and caring about people other than you is a bizarre concept. I am tired and sad and frankly pissed off.

WHY… why can’t society just grow up and change?! I am begging, millions of us are begging, screaming, pleading that the people who have the power to change society move an inch- I’d even be happy with a centimeter. My brothers and sisters are dying every day, we are fighting every day and it seems like it is for nothing but entertainment for those who do not have to worry. For those who live a life of privilege and comfort. Their entertainment is seeing little black boys and little brown girls cry tears of blood and grief for their families who are dead- rather I say killed because that’s what it was.

I cry for the unborn children who were killed because they would have been born with impairments, this is eugenics. I cry for the neurodivergent kid who is having a meltdown as we speak and is being called hardheaded or bad when all they need is quiet or a weighted blanket. I cry for the wheelchair user who lives in fear of an intruder or a fire because they know that they might be left behind. After all, that is what people are taught. I cry until my body is dehydrated and I pass out, hoping to wake up and see that it was all a bad dream.

When I was young I knew the world was not a perfect place but I could have never thought I’d live in a dystopia only Steven King could imagine. Wu-Tang Clan once said CREAM, cash ruins everything around me, this could not be clearer to me than it is today. Imperialism has its claws on the neck of the Middle East and Africa, people are not even seen as people they are bodies of exploitation. Being used up until they drop only to be replaced by literal children. Tupac said THUGLIFE, the hate u give little infants fucks everybody, racism, ableism, and sanism is being embedded into kids’ minds. They see their parents and role models being attacked and we expect that harshness and resistance to not be ingrained in their head?

If things keep going the way they’re going I don’t know how much I can take, my heart can’t take it anymore. And if I have to think about who to vote for I’m going to scream.