she says
depression is a white man's privilege
we do not have the privilege to have that much time to ourselves

she says look
in order someone to be depressed one first must be living, all we have been doing is surviving

She says how do you tell a person they have mental illness one day when there is nothing mental about surviving
just running and running and running and running and trying to not have yuor child witnessed the sound of a bullet going through flesh before they witness the holy sound a vowel can make before it turns into a word that eventually becomes a language and running and running and running
sir we would like a new doctor for my daughter my daughter is not depressed

she says how can one be depressed if your native tongue doesn't even speak of it to its existence
our people do not get depressed

she does not get depressed so sir we would like another doctor for my daughter
the doctor looks at me and asks me...