When the Reckoning Comes

by LaTanya McQueen

We got poverty, but there’s joy too.”

You’re a good girl. You’re so good you’ve let the desire to be it overtake you.

You’ve always believed being this way was going to somehow save your life, but it has stolen it instead. Let me ask—what did being good ever do for you? For any of us? You can be good and it doesn’t matter. It never mattered.”

Even prayer may have once given hope, but they understood hope was a thing to take. No one would give it. Not someday, not ever, so they would make their someday now. It was time to make it and be free. No one else was going to save them. They were the ones. Always had been and always would be. They were the ones who must save themselves.