I
want my words to inspire you to think...and think hard about your actions, your
words,
your thoughts, your perceptions.
I
want you to hear the anger in my inflections, the frustration in my pauses, see
the
sense of hopelessness and loneliness on my face, and ask yourself, “What
can
I do?” or better yet, “What am I doing?”
I
want you to find your place in the fight, on the side of the solution.
I
want an ally.
I
want a fellow soldier to fight behind me on the front lines...only alongside
when we
are both ready.
This
is what I want my words to do to you.
Anger...
I
want my words to anger you.
To
infuriate.
I
want to see your face snarl, your jaw clench, your brow tense.
I
want you to feel my pain, and to find your own.
I
want my words to force you into reality, unseat apathy, and replace it with activism.
I
want you to feel like a human being, in every sense of the term.
Connected
to the earth and to others
Realizing
that the anger, frustration, fear, and pain that runs through my veins ought
to be the same that runs through yours.
I
want you to be so angry you won’t know where to start or which way to go.
I
want you to feel something.
Anything.
This
is what I want my words to do to you.
By Nicole McAllister
By Nicole McAllister
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