Sandra Bland by Kai Davis, Nayo Jones and Jasmine Combs

“I know what it is to be crushed. To have hope drained from my bones, a trembling black woman with trauma stretching across generations. I’ve been crying for centuries. I cannot stop. I know what it’s like to have one foot in the grave. To have a freezer stacked with liquor but an empty fridge. To come to stagnancy and decay in my own bed; my nightmares clamoring out of my own skull. Panic attacks shaking me until I, too, am a prison. I’ve wished death on myself many times but it was never my idea.”