I dropped my ring and

written by TreVaughn Malik Roach-Carter

I thought it might roll beneath the ottoman and be lost in the darkness beneath never to be seen again.

I thought it might fall into the abyss of a wormhole to another dimension just out of reach.

I thought it might befriend the lonely sock I lost in San Francisco, 82 miles away.

I thought they might be fast friends.

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Mood

written by TreVaughn Malik Roach-Carter

I’ve decided, from now on, I’m unapologetically black.

“Everything we think is new, is quite old.”

I think I need to start communicating when I’m in a spiral.

“The Earth is dying and so are you.”

A white person telling you white privilege doesn’t exist has the same energy of as the Wizard of Oz telling you to “pay no attention to the man behind the curtain”

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