Persistent feeling of injustice from "summary" of Men We Reaped by Jesmyn Ward
The weight of it all, the heaviness of loss, the ache of absence, the burden of grief. It settles on me like a shroud, wrapping me in a cloak of sorrow that I cannot shake. It is a feeling that lingers, a feeling that stays with me wherever I go. It follows me like a shadow, a constant companion in my journey through life. It is the feeling of injustice, a persistent presence that haunts me in the quiet moments, in the stillness of the night. It is the knowledge that my loved ones are gone, that they are no longer here to laugh with me, to cry with me, to share in the joys and sorrows of life. It is the understanding that their deaths were not accidents, not simply tragedies of fate, but the result of a system that failed them, that overlooked them, that ignored their humanity. I see it in the faces of those left behind, in the eyes of the mothers who weep for their sons, in the hands of the fathers who toil to provide for their families. I see it in the streets of my hometown, in the boarded-up houses, in the empty lots where children used to play. I see it in the schools that are underfunded, in the lack of opportunities for young people, in the cycle of poverty and despair that seems to trap us all. And I feel it in my own heart, in the anger that bubbles up inside me, in the frustration that simmers just beneath the surface. I feel it in the memories of those we lost, in the stories we shared, in the dreams that will never be realized. I feel it in the knowledge that their lives were cut short, that their potential was never fully realized, that their voices were silenced before they could be heard. But despite it all, despite the pain and the sorrow and the injustice, I refuse to be defeated. I refuse to give in to despair, to let the darkness consume me. I will carry on, I will fight for justice, I will honor the memories of those we lost. I will not forget, I will not be silent, I will not rest until the world changes, until the system is reformed, until all lives are valued and respected. And I will carry this feeling with me, this persistent feeling of injustice, as a reminder of why we must continue to struggle, to resist, to push for a better tomorrow.
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