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how do people do it? -
February 24th 2018, 04:48 PM
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She might be been just another statistic
But Deborah Danner was from MY community
She was well known and loved
She was in a mental health crisis
The police shot her in her home
How do people do it?
Calling the police is scary
I don't want to have blood on my hands
But I need safety
Is this what life is about?
Protecting abusers
Because they fit one of the many profiles
that police tend to target
Because we see the value of a life?
And afraid intervention will turn into bloodshed
Because as survivors
we don't want to be
like the demons we fight
And would rather continue
to battle
everyday.
Re: how do people do it? -
February 26th 2018, 02:56 AM
This is so relevant and so true, very well done.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Re: how do people do it? -
February 27th 2018, 12:18 PM
This was nicely done! My favorite part is this.
Quote:
Because as survivors
we don't want to be
like the demons we fight
And would rather continue
to battle
everyday.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first