Just As Bad as the Last
7th May 2021 I write today, for the first time, to an unintimate audience, to a body I do not know. Or at least to a body I feel severed from. I write to them to say I love them. I write to say that my writing, no matter how I wish it to, will not protect them. That even though, at the age of thirteen, in 2003, when I first spoke, when I told others to be wary of the violence that sits in the belly of the sons of a father that is not a father, I knew then the daily occurrences would continue. I am sorry words are not hammers. I also write to people I am told are supposed to be my siblings. Are we not all siblings in this border? Who taught us to hate? Today I read of events. The date is the only event I know. Search this date, I will not repeat the news.
