another fragment of a longer piece. i started writing this earlier today as i sat in the drive through trying to pick up food. there was a car in front of me and i happened to notice a brown little arm sticking out the window clutching a piece of paper. something about that struck me—seeing that small black hand reaching out toward the sky. it made me think about how carefree children are, and how that innocence isn’t long afforded to black children in this country. the older we get, the more we lose that freedom, that desire to stretch out our hands. it just made me happy to see and i hope that child keeps reaching.