An endless race 

What to do when it feels like you can’t do anything When it feels like change and hope are so far away, beautiful things that just keep running away 

I wish they were closer I wish they’d show their face but maybe it’s not their fault when so many people are blocking it’s way 

Destined for greatness, they try to cross the finish line but the hurdles are far too big and the lanes are far too narrow and it’s dehydrated and the sun it’s beating down too hard and the people they’re beating down too hard and we all stand on the sidelines waiting and cheering them on hoping for a change and changing for hope that one day the laps will end and the race will be won. 
The week of Philando, the year of loss and grief, the origin of inferiority 

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