Why I was late today, and will probably always be late as a black woman
Liz Morgan

I’m the white lady on the bus with blue eyes who knows that this is going on inside and wishes it didn’t sound condescending or presumptuous to tell you that I understand. Because I don’t, but I also do.

In any event, I know I’m not alone. I know that there are legions of us who want to tell you, in that moment, we know you’re a whole and complete person, not just one identity or another.

Even these words sound hollow to me.