What is the mood?

The sky was filled with dark clouds of uncertainty as she stepped onto the bus platform and into her new life-

For a moment she asked herself *why*?

Why is she *black*… Why can a heart break with just one crack? How in the world do we turn our backs? At one point we couldn’t sit in the back.

Oh, 2022 we lived in a zoo, police *brutality* running through. What should we do? Can we riot, chant or hope you do!

Life is *unfair*, don’t know how much she can bear. Every shot of life feels like a tear. Every beating she can’t repair.

When will she *fight*, fight for her rights? Maybe today she saw a light. Light so bright she refused to fight.

The world is *beating* her down, running is all she found. All she is doing is running around. Around the fear of being black.

Running around avoiding cracks. Around the *fear* of never coming back.

All the words I have with stars…

Shows us why we need to balance.
*Color* is nothing but pigment.

Pigment is only the outside. The outside *doesn’t matter * when she’s more inside. Inside is heart and inside is care.

You know internally, she should have no fear… Peel back her skin, and she’s all the same… Very few things are different... *insane*-