As a black teenager….
I feel trapped
Trapped in this constant cycle of having the tiniest bit of hope…
In a land where I am not safe simply because of my existence.
I can’t escape this environment no matter what I do.
Can’t look on the news, my brothers and sisters are losing their lives in the headlines.
Can’t go on the internet, hate speech and misinformation is being spread there.
Can’t go outside, the pandemic and the violence on the streets are prohibiting me.
Can’t do anything but sit at home and feel depressed and distraught.
Now is not a good time for the black teenager.
Our happiness is deteriorating.
As our existence is fading…
And it seems like no matter what we do about it, nothing will change.
However, while my hope is in danger of fading as well,
It is not gone completely.
When I look around me, I also see people of all races, genders, and nationalities on our side.
To those people, I say thank you for your support.
No matter how enclosed you feel, please don’t ever give up.
We must break free of this trap.