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Teachers are calling home, no one is answering. Teachers are staying after school, no one is coming. Teachers are screaming, and no one is listening.

I long for the day when community is enough. When filling the streets for one another is enough. When enough is enough. 

I am proud of high school me for sticking up for herself and others but I do mourn the years she lost to fighting a battle that was too big for her own two shoulders.  I am a better person because of it and I hope someone else is too.   

I have no idea what 2024 holds for me but I do know that I am talented, loved and protected.

We are the many that came from the two. We are the abolitionists, the freed slaves, the born free, the freedom fighters, the revolutionists. We are the dreams of Minerva and Charles.