Mystic Middle Ground

I’ve always been a find a middle ground kind of gal. But how do you find the middle ground when you don’t see a middle? 


Do you guys have some secret formula I don’t know about? One that allows someone to believe I am not as worthy or valuable as they are, but still allow us to be friends? Do you know how to ignore the fact that someone may wish you didn’t exist here, or now? How do you ignore real harm that was caused to you and people like you? 


If someone says they hate your dad will you be ready to grab lunch with them? If someone says your mom is less worthy than theirs will you be quick to go to brunch? If someone says your sibling should die because it’s their fault anyway are you going to invite them over for dinner? 


This idea that politics is some strange abstract concept foreign to our daily lives has long been disproved by our BIPOC communities. Politics affect me and people like me every day. We don’t get to go home and stop being oppressed. We don’t get to walk in our streets without being harassed. We don’t get to live our lives without someone wanting us not to. 


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