Even The Sassy One sometimes needs to sit and rest.
I’m too tired to stand anymore. Normally, I don’t even notice the weight of the armor; I’ve worn all my life, it’s just a part of me, but today, it’s heavy and painful and I have to take it off. And sit.
I want to sit with Colin Kaepernick in silent protest because black lives do matter. I want to sit with a mother who was just told her black son was shot and killed for no good reason so I can offer her a shoulder to cry on because I surely can’t offer her a reason or an explanation. I want to sit with police officers who risk their lives every day, every second they’re on the job so that people like Colin can sit down. I want them to know I believe in them, what they do and that the power-crazed officers that shoot to kill for no…
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