I cry
Knowing my ancestor’s tears bred the soil of the world we live in
I shout
Knowing my voice has had the privilege to be heard
I pray
Knowing it is not enough
I listen
Knowing I will never fully understand
I donate
Knowing there is more action to be done
I speak
Knowing silence is oppression
I try
Knowing I am not perfect
I share
Knowing it is not my personal narrative
I fear
Knowing my life is not at stake due to the color of my skin
I persist
Knowing real change takes time
I tire
Knowing my frustrations do not compare to people of colors’
I hope
Knowing white people can do better