I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fight FOR an institution that killed our people,
for all the parents who never got to see their babies return home from war,
For my beautiful cousin Lauren, who will forever feel the intense weight of loss on this day, and every day, of her beautiful boy Deklan.
I can't guide your conscience I can't help you choose I don't want to talk about how this is sure to see my life improve I can't hear about it I'm sick to death of it Just... don't suggest I'm not in
The sky is clear at 5am It's not really 5am yet, Still actually 4:08am Daylight savings only began in the past 48 hours, It doesn't count The sky is clear, inky, luminescent and deep and like a silky
Content warning: I use a word that many people find confronting, that word is cripple. I identify as a crippled person, and I use it in the spirit of reclaiming it. Blessed are the crippled kids, Thos