2020 was a difficult year for me, it was weird experiencing things that I would read about in text books back in middle school. I never actually thought I would find myself documenting protest that were based around black lives including my own life mattering to others. It made me feel insignificant noticing that people would want me dead or feel like I'm less than them just because the color of my skin. At these protest I witness racism, police brutality, and a deep hatred for others first hand. These protest actually brought tears to my eyes and at times made me feel uncomfortable being anywhere but the comfort and safety provided by my room.