The problem isn’t just that we’re dying; it is how we’re dying. It is no surprise that historically enslaved and colonized species are now being oppressed through different, more implicit, and more pertinent means than ever before. It is no surprise that our motherlands are as much in turmoil as is our human condition in North American continents. It is no surprise that we are dying. It just angers us to know how we’re dying because we are being murdered very literally and deliberately by the White Man everyday, while simultaneously being told that we are in fact, not. Our entire existence revolves around proving that we are being killed to a system that was never designed to serve us justice, to pleading for our freedom because we are so sick of the ruins in which we live, to hoping endlessly for better days. We are tired. All we do is fight and hope and fight and hope and fight and hope and tire and die. And we. Are tired. Of dying this way.