I’m tired.

I’m tired.

Tired, of trying to live up to YOUR expectations, of me.

Tired, of being tired.

I’m tired.

Tired, of trying, to be the best version of me.

I’m tired.

Tired of, doing the thing, being about being about it.

I’m tired.

Tired of, reaching, searching, seeking, striving.

I’m tired.

Tired of, reaching out to a world who seemingly does not care, anymore. At least about those who look like me. Or, about…who knows why. I want to say fresh hell, here, but hell seems everywhere so why add it here.

I’m tired.

Tired of, waiting for change to come.

Nevertheless, I fight on.

However, I continue to try.

Why?

You tell me.

I am honestly too tired to care, today.

Too tired, to try.

Too tired, to give.

Too tired, to…

Fresh hell, I’m tired.

Rest then, God said.

I will.

*Cassandra turns away from the mirror, in search of what not, she has no clue. Today, she is just too tired.*

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been responding to a thread where I initially commented: As a person of color I thank EVERY commenter for being willing to listen and consider. Folks of color just want the flag to cover us as well. We don’t want to bash white folk to make you feel guilty. We just want to be the sister and brother to you that we are.

That was two months ago. Up to over 2300 likes and over 230 responses. Many of which, are mine. I respond to all. Just about. Even the not so nice responses. Today, this morning, my heart just sighed at a negative response. At first, I wanted to ignore it. In fact, I STILL want to ignore them all. Reaching out, to a world who is….I am just too tired, today, to figure out or even care about why folks do what they do. To, themselves. To, one another. To, me. I have decided to climb down from the world. Today. I shall fight on, tomorrow. If, I have one. Think I shall leave the reaching out to you, beloveds. This day. Will you? Tell me what happened…tomorrow.

Be encouraged. Send me some, would you please/thanks? Asking for a friend…

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