I’d like to think my very bones and marrow are crying out for justice, and they are.
But it will come.
In its time.
And until then, just let the simmering sadness and heat of hate wash over you, rolling, until one day they make you the person you were always meant to be.
They’ll make you or break you.
Let them make you, alright.
[Image: Doutzen Kroes for Porter Magazine]
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