• Damian Norfleet

The discomfort of it all

I went for a walk along the Mississippi River at 7:30 this morning. The 68 degree light felt the same on my skin as it looked upon the water. There were ducks, rabbits, squirrels, and only a few people.

I had my favorite music, my favorite necklace and rings, and my very comfortable shoes. I was not hungry. I was not tired. I was not angry, nor scared...and I was not comfortable. At that moment, I realized that I had been uncomfortable in years. It is uncomfortable to be American in any other country. It is uncomfortable to be Black in the United States of America. It is uncomfortable to be Gay in the Midwest.

There's discomfort and there's Discomfort. You neutralize discomfort with pleasure; you quell Discomfort with Belief. I used to believe in the lyrics of our patriotic songs. I used to believe in the verses of our holy books. I used to believe in destiny, numerology, magic, and astrology. I used to believe in us and them. I want to believe again. I want to believe in people again, but people make it hard. We-the-People is not acting right. We-the-People is not doing what it said it would. It's hard to believe in We-the-people...and I want to.

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