I’m broken. I’m tired. Exhausted. I cannot keep listening, hearing, watching, witnessing us being murdered. I can’t. But what I will do, tirelessly do, is fight. For us. Because we are all we have. Could’ve. Been Jahli, definitely me. Lola could’ve been kidnapped and trafficked. It could be us. Dead. Lifeless.
Alive
I will kill to ensure they have moments to live
