Images of The Black Panther Party, 1968 and 1969.
My trauma didn’t make me soft. It made me distant. Angry. Distrustful. Bitter. Never soft. What they did was never soft.
if anything in this world could be free I would put my bid in for food in a heartbeat because why do we have to pay to eat? I don’t get it and it hurts my feelings
Or any basic necessities…. why tf do we pay for water.
