I’m seething with rage and eyes brimmed with angry tears. I have had already 16 ups and downs since I’ve woke up to the news of the Aid Truck (or Flour) Massacre in Palestine where more than 103 Palestinians were murdered and 700 were injured. They were waiting for bags of flour while so many Palestinians were dying (and have died) from starvation!! The IOF open fired on the crowd when the aid trucks finally arrived. AND YESTERDAY the IOF were bombing civilians when aid/food were dropped from planes to the beach. It has been 5 months of non stop violence and it feels like the world wide efforts are so incredibly small. I know every life that is spared is worth it, but my god.
In this moment, I’m at a loss, and I’m so angry that this is where we are at. I’m so angry it’s controversial to say “Free Palestine.” I’m so angry.
Taking a breath to be. In and out.
Taking a breath to honor the rage.
This is my prayer:
May our righteous rage fuel our fire
To action
To clarity
To insist on bringing liberation
To this timeline now
Palestine will be free
Everything pales next to the need for liberation
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