[Interlude]
May God keep me from avoiding my own reflection all my life, or even in these trying times.
I love my people, but I think I love my enemies more, seeing the space they hold in my heart.
I've prioritized the wrong things all my life.
And who really deserves my kindness? Who really deserves my hatred? Who deserves a hug followed by a blade? Who deservеs a million followed by a bullet?
My heart spеws. Insults or prose? Death or arthritis? The gun or the rose?