Life is worth living, but most people are distracted by watching others live THEIR lives. Even after a once in a lifetime global lockdown, people would rather see each other through a screen rather than in person. And the vitriolic atmosphere trafficked there, amplified by the shareholders, fueled by anonymity is making us... worse. I don't like it, I don't want it and frankly, we don't need it. The facts are fake, the pictures are fake, the righteousness is performative, and its lost its appeal. There are real people to see, real experiences to have, real chances to take and real love to make. In essence, I just wanna be real. Call me Antisocial. What about you?

 One thing I’ve learned is on this journey of life is that honesty is the best policy. In all things be true.besides, the heart doesn’t lie.

Every year America has to go though the same pain of watching unarmed, black men get their lives taken at the hands of Police Officers. What follows is as detestable as the shoot itself; obfuscation, scape-goatting, looting and victim-blaming while the issue at hand gets ignored. This month, during the trial of George Floyd’s killer, we add the names Daunté Wright and Adam Toledo, along with the video release of the abuse of 2nd Lt. Caron Nazario.

I’m tired. We're tired.

This is the last time I'm gonna write something about this.

de facto |di ˈfaktō; dā|
adverb
in fact, whether by right or not

American. Who is American? Everyone defines it differently. For some, it's a source of pride, while others use it as a insult. Referring to someone as an American all comes down to intent.

I wonder what other people think being a Black American feels like. I'm talking about slavery-descendant Black. We were never meant to be here, we didn't choose to come here and this doesn't feel like "home". Our new natural disposition is displacement and that is both unsettling and upsetting.

But here we are laying low, in the only home we know, treading water just to make to tomorrow. Hoping by hook or crook, we survive long enough to get our name in the book. Never knowing if its our foe or our friend that'll bring our life to an end. In this Tsumani called the justice system, just watching the tides rise on our gradual demise. Knowing that's what the situation is like, I'm gonna just be myself.

Black unapologetically. Rude and Crude, if it serves me. And red-blood American. Well... by de Facto.