The Street Lawyer

I didn't dare think of the future; the past was still happening.

Privileged people don't march and protest; their world is safe and clean and governed by laws designed to keep them happy.

I’ve lost my love for money. It’s the curse of the devil.

I closed my eyes tightly and offered a short but sincere prayer of thanks.

I didn't know what I expected. But the smell of fresh paint make me nauseous.

way back to the apartment. I fixed

You spend more on fancy coffee than I do on meals. Why can’t you help the poor, the sick, the homeless?

Mine was the only white face in the crowded restaurant, but I was coming to terms with my whiteness. No one had tried to murder me yet. No one seemed to care.