Michelle Yale

I was not there 

My family was not there 
But my community, my people, they were there 
My heart was there
It is shattered 
I feel like there is a crying child sitting on my chest 
I am grateful for the heroes and the helpers
I realize that our only way forward 
Our only way out
Is to implement change
Real change
We are strong together
We are HP Strong

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