Floating in a pitch-black, seemingly endless room.

Wet, like a black pool that you could drown in, only there is air. You can hear water droplets falling from the cieling, though you can see no cieling, and with each drop the atmosphere seems to get colder.

There is no way out. Only emptiness. Only drowning.

It's the drool that seeps between your neck and collarbone and gets your shirt wet, signaling to everyone around you that you just woke up. It's the chaffing underwear against your thighs that tear your skin more, making you hate your reaction every time someone attractive walks past. It's the black ghosts that appear under your arms and around your collar right before a big presentation. It reddens your cheeks and the tips of your ears and makes your shoes suddenly exciting. It's the sting on your lips after you've subconsciously torn off too much skin and the crimson hue that stays in the patch you've exposed. It's the little smile to keep from crying, the pulling your hair out of your face so you have an excuse to look away, the little shuffle you do like you have to pee to signal that you urgently have to leave. It's the sigh as you lean dramatically against a wall, the climax of the red cheeks, the humidity that floods your eyes once you're finally alone. Your hands cover your face, the heat throughout your entire body goes from 100 degrees to 1000, and the humidity threatens to spill down your cheeks and show everyone you've been crying, which would add one more embarrassment on top of what just happened.

My heart was beating, “Run! Run! Run!”

As I saw them aiming at me with a gun

The sound of gunshots made me freeze,

Yet I ran into the forest, hiding among the trees.

Suddenly a bullet pierced through my skin,

And I turned back to see an armed man grin

My mind was in chaos, my mind was in a rush,

That I fell like a coward, beside a bush.

I was bloating and bleeding, seized with terror,

As I heard them yell, “Find her! Find her!”

I held my breath tight, and heard one say, “I guess she died.”

No, I was alive; well, I had survived.

We never broke into a house, we never stole a dime,

We did no harm, we did no crime

Our hard work made you good buck,

And to be shot, is our bad luck.

Do something to change our fate,

Or we shall all soon vanish at this rate.

It’s time to change this prejudice,

For this isn’t for you or me, but for justice.

Dear people who find Black Lives Matter offensive, and cannot think of a better response than All Lives Matter.

Why does an expression that was created to affirm justice and empathy for people who have been discriminated against and or marginalized for centuries threaten your existence? When you disagree with the premise of Black Lives Matter, I wonder if your family tree includes people who were captured, kidnapped, enslaved, beaten, raped and even murdered with no protection under the law?

Oh, that all happened such a long time ago, you say. Get over it. Opportunity and equality exists in our country for every citizen. Does it? Oh right. Statistics. Facts. They don't matter. I'm not saying as a country we have not made great progress with racial equity, but if you ask me, we still have a bit more work to do. Hence why the words Black Lives Matter mean something to me. Period.

P.S. If you care to counter argue with me, I will not respond. I don't see the need to debate this topic. As I said. Black Lives Matter. Period. Got it?

The Moon is round.

So is the Sun. So are the other planets?? And the other moons and stars???

And? The Moon is round.

Water is wet.

When you put water on top of water, you just get more water. It's not wet, you just have more water.

Water is Wet.

Even in a drop of water, the molecules are piled on top of each other right? So they're on top of each other and next to each other, so there is water on top of water, so water is wet.

Water is wet. Water was wet before Water had to be reduced to molecules to be understood. Water is wet.

Black Lives Matter.

Well-

Black Lives Matter.

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While it's a hot topic this year, this is a long-standing problem with overwhelming evidence and it's much more complex than I will ever be able to understand. If you disagree that black lives matter, keep it to yourself. Debate the wall.

It’s on Us:

Is this the world I live in?

So very bruised, it’s heart beating but black and blue.

I might never understand your pain,

But I will stand here with you. 

I’m a powerful person, 

bold, and ready to make a change.

Just like the strong poeple out there,

Because in our country, this is what I find strange.

You say we’re all created equally,

All crafted the same under god.

So tell me why some of us seem to matter

Some even and others just odd.

I don’t know about you,

But I hope that we’re different

I hope we stand peacefully together

To create change that's significant.

Because one way or another, 

my children will not grow up in this tattered society,

For we will build a place, worth its people,

And celebrate in the variety.

I promise if you look for hate,

It’ll be there, right in your face,

But if you choose to look for love,

It’ll light your darkest days.

There’s no two sides about it

And this issue, there's nothing to discuss,

And until people understand that, 

This fight, it's on us.