I admire those who can work through their own bullshit.
We all have that story of the dark time in our lives that we hope to tell others after we come out into light.
But what if you do not make it out?
I have made my own black space and I am sitting there.
With my legs crossed.
A lady comfortable in pain, not challenging myself to come out into the rain and face the mess that I have made.
I truly refuse to let the politics of the world stomp me down and neither should you. Change the mind.
Shit that makes you sad. People that cause you harm. Some are programmed to be that way.
The mind is a machine.
Like everything else around me.