Growing up I only had to fear the men in white hoods, to stand against the power of the truly colored people. I never would of imagined that you would have to fear vigilantes protected by the badge, run from the blue, nah not the stripes in our flag. But the blue that's stained red from the our brothers, OUR brothers! Big, small, but no, not old they never survive that long. Lord help us all, to love one another with the love of you. So we all appear equals not just collateral, damage of an genocide that has every melanin pigmented skin marked as a target. Lord HELP. US. ALL. To Love one another with the love of you! So that one day we might all get to see you! Lord help us all to not give new representation to the Red, tthe White, and the Blue.