Back to the urban wall and jasmine. Grapple for the blue of earth, the brush between fingers, sweat running down her arm.
A conscience is a risky thing because it isn’t passive. It is burdensome, and in this it resembles the other side of privilege.
I want this daring to slow down amidst chaos... to reach for one another to say, “Hello, I am here, I don’t have the answer, but I will stand with you.”