This is a letter

This is a letter. But this letter isn’t for anyone in particular . I’m writing this for people like me. You see I’m just a girl who feels stuck in a rut. I have many dreams and aspirations. I try hard and fail harder. It seems like every time my best, life kicks me down and says not today Jazzy. If I were writing to someone in particular it would be to the cosmos. So let’s start over.

Dear Cosmos,

Why must you kick me in my metaphorical nut sack? Can’t you see I’m trying my hardest to achieve my goals? It’s hard enough living in a country with a Cheeto for a president and in a neighborhood where cops are allowed to shoot first and ask questions later. Who are you trying to impress? Because I’m not very impressed. You kick me while I’m down and I’m trying to make a difference in this world yet you spit in my eye. When I try to talk my feelings out I get scoffed at or told black people do not do therapy so excuse me for bottling up all my sadness and rage and emotions. Can you tell me why my people are being thrown back into time ? Or why migrant children have to die? Why is it that my white counterpart can rape a girl and get off Scott free because he came from a good family and neighborhood but if my brother looked at someone funny he’d be shot to death? Can you tell me why you’re such an asshat? I just want to know when will FREEDOM actually be FREE ?! I have a bone to pick with you Cosmos! I just want to understand why people do the things they do. Can you give me a little clarity or will I slowly go insane?

I’m sorry all. I do not think the Cosmos are listening now. So our questions will remained unanswered. But I do want to know, will you idly standby while people are treated less than human beings? Or will you take a stand and fight for what is right. I know my ancestors would be proud of what I am doing today but will yours?

Always questioning,

Jazzy