this morning #2114.

this morning, she was out in these streets. mask on. sign in hand. trying to find the ideal location to stand. out here by herself amongst the growing crowd. wished he was here with her but he swore he had somewhere to be. he didn’t feel the need to get more specific. she didn’t want to be too nosy. they’d only been dating for two weeks. she settled on a spot about halfway to the stage. surveyed the immediate area. lots of white folks in this crowd. not as many cops as she’d expected. an energy that came in waves. anticipation. no matter how many times she showed up at rallies like this, she never felt entirely comfortable. knew that her lack of comfort was irrelevant though given that society’s on fire.