My sleep is riddled with nightmares these days. When I wake, I shake my head because they’re rooted in reality. I look around and although I am safe, fed and loved; I question its permanence. The rise of hate makes me feel unsafe in my own skin. When I walk down the street I am wary of every person that I pass, reluctant to speak to strangers in a way that I’ve never been before. I feel worn down and so very tired. Unable to escape into my dreams, I take solace in my work.
Because I will never allow their hate and my fear to stop me. I will keep creating and sharing love. I will never stop resisting in every word, painting and act of kindness.