Ladies, gents, non-binaries, everyone.
Take a seat, you’re in for a ride.
This is my story on my rape.
But first I will start with a few people from my old “friend group,” who either took advantage of girls or was a creep.
Names of these guys will be put out there.
You can’t go to work, to the MALL, to the grocery store, to your church, to the movies or the bank.
You can’t attend a concert, go to a dance class or go to see your doctor. You can’t ring a doorbell, use a leaf blower, hop in a car, pull down a driveway, bounce a ball, or ask the neighbor to keep it down.
You can’t check out a farmer’s market or mail something at the post office or go to a parade, and you certainly can’t send your kids to school without worrying that someone will get shot.
That someone you LOVE will get shot.
Or that YOU will get shot.
This is where we are now.
This is not normal.
And this is not fucking ok.
It’s NOT fucking ok.
Thanks @nikizefanya for spending 10,330 minutes with me in 2022. I couldn’t stop listening to Oceans & Engines. #SpotifyWrapped https://t.co/p8wSB6dzF1
If anyone sees me crying today, you can ignore me. I’m just stressed out because I’m still struggling getting my transcripts sent over to my current school because they use different things and I’m over it.
Whoever made my schools schedule this semester, I hope you spill boiling hot coffee on your just ironed dress shirt right before an important conference and slip on a banana with your head landing in the trash can.