Injustice

That’s the word that has been stewing in my head the past two weeks. Injustice shows up in politics and economics, in education and access to opportunities. It shows up in perceptions of genders and ages and what each can or should do. It shows up in families and between lovers. Basically, injustice rears its ugly head in every sort of human interaction. And it drives me insane. I want life to be fair. It isn’t. A bookmark, smudged and worn by the frequent strokes of my teenaged fingers, still chants its rhyme in the space between my ears.

“You fires belie the frailest frame. To set the world right is your aim.” Scorpio

Was it prophetic or did the chant make me as I am? Either way, the words are true.

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