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Well, Then
I am...desolate.
Quite simply desolate.
I've seen posts on my Tumblr dash and elsewhere asserting that this is not the end, we can and should hang in there, we'll keep fighting, we'll protect each other, we'll stay strong.
This is not the end.
We'll keep fighting.
But, it's just...y'know...I kinda, really, truly hoped that we wouldn't have to fight. That maybe just a little, teeny bit of that would be over.
Kinda hoped for some good news tonight. Some very, very, very good news.
'Cause, y'know, good news is good.
Well, then. See if my black woman is ass going to have the spoons to attend school tomorrow with the white fools that are my classmates.
Just see.
--Amarie
Quite simply desolate.
I've seen posts on my Tumblr dash and elsewhere asserting that this is not the end, we can and should hang in there, we'll keep fighting, we'll protect each other, we'll stay strong.
This is not the end.
We'll keep fighting.
But, it's just...y'know...I kinda, really, truly hoped that we wouldn't have to fight. That maybe just a little, teeny bit of that would be over.
Kinda hoped for some good news tonight. Some very, very, very good news.
'Cause, y'know, good news is good.
Well, then. See if my black woman is ass going to have the spoons to attend school tomorrow with the white fools that are my classmates.
Just see.
--Amarie
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That's all I can do.
*offers hugs*
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And I'm going to do my damnedest to avoid Evil Shelving Lady (my least favorite coworker, obviously). Because if she gloats about how Trump is going to "fix" things, I doubt any response I'd have would be printable. Or work appropriate.
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