I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m always saying sorry. That I could not be there enough while I was being someone else’s shoulder so much that I’ve detached from my own. And I run on with my sentences because I’m tired of drowning my own emotions. It’s time to drag them out to hang as dirty laundry.
I’ll spill my own tears and wash them with my chipping resolve. I’ll tell you I’m sorry again.
I’m sorry when I’m not there. I’m sorry when I’m there and I can’t stop the inevitable from occurring because life is one giant steamroller.
I’m sorry when you’re not happy with my best. I’m sorry when my best is enough. I can always do better. I can always make someone else, anybody else happy.
I’m sorry when it’s a wonderful time and not everyone is here to share it. When our fortune wins at…
“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.”—Mary Shelly, Frankenstein
Every day we are bombarded with information – far more than we can handle thrown at us from a perspective we don’t understand. The most common response is outrage – disbelief that this could possibly happen.
Every day we find ourselves in situations we don’t understand – things that are going crazy around us.. The most common response is outrage – disbelief that this could possibly happen.
The officers responsible for the death of Jamar Clark on 15 November was one of these incidents, and the reports and (lack of) legal proceedings comes at us in much the same way. Everything about this makes no sense if you look deep enough into it yet everyone has an opinion about it. Let me tell you the simple, clear facts that we can be sure of:
Jamar Clark is dead. Any city that has been through this and wants to be known…