Core Clarity Co (LLC)

I’m mad. I’m shaking. I’m screaming.
This is what the history books said to watch out for.
“Melting pot of the world,” is what I’ve been told we are.

I’m sad. I’m mourning. I’m numb. 
For not following a God, I’ve read enough about him, he would be flipping tables.
“Love thy neighbor as thyself.”

I’m concerned. I scroll. I need to stay informed.
If not for myself, for my clients.
I prepare for a week of re-grounding, while I’m spinning.

I’m scared. I worry for friends and strangers alike. I have my head on a swivel.
It couldn’t possibly happen here.
Icy conditions have been spotted a few miles away.

I’m a woman. Known from my body, and strangers’ comments. I hear the words. 
We’re too emotional…
1, 2, 3… A “fucking bitch” could never keep a level head.

I’m a mother. I am inches away from a hug. We are playing video games together.
I hold them tight and wish for sweet dreams. 
Thanking any power out there that they passed the skin test for safety.. For now.

I’m white. My rage doesn’t compare to people of color. And never will.
I’ve felt this for some time, but it should have been felt for generations.
People say I’m splitting hairs, but only the white deaths are getting attention.

I’m mad.
I’m shaking.
I’m screaming.

I’m. 
SCREAMING.
ABOLISH ICE.

-Casey M.
1.24.26