I’m tired, y’all.
I’m tired of bullying.
I’m tired of girls being raped and then blamed for it.
I’m tired of death.
I’m tired of unnecessary force.
I’m tired of seeing young black men and women treated differently than their white peers.
I’m tired of the poor being treated as though they’re second class.
I’m tired of lies and skewed statistics.
I’m tired of hearing about how “promising” and “wonderful” the perpetrators of rape and murder are.
I’m tired of hearing about how troubled the victims of rape and murder were.
I’m tired of American citizens receiving unequal legal treatment because of their race, economic status, religion, and/or sexuality.
I’m tired of wondering if I’ll be able to afford the healthcare that I need by virtue of being born with a uterus but that is denied coverage by men who make more money in a year than I’ll make in 5.
I’m tired of stigmas and the systematic devaluing of humanity.
I’m tired of tears.
I’m tired of feelings in the wake of tragedy, in ongoing tragedy, in a country that claims to be the land of the free but has 1,000 rules about who gets which freedoms.