Hello. My Name is...... #BLM

Sun, 08/21/2016 - 17:04 -- ksexton

Hello. My name is Carol Denise McNair.

On September 15, 1963 my mother expected me to return home safely.

Instead, four Klansmen decided to bomb the church I was attending.

Didn't they know children were in there?

I wasn't able to see my 12th birthday that year.

It took 14 years for Robert Chambliss to be convicted for my murder.

Hello. My name is Emmit Louis Till.

On August 28, 1955 I was killed for whistling at a white women.

In my 14 year old mind nothin' was wrong with it.

But I guess my mother was left with the consequences of my actions.

I was beaten, mutilated, and thrown into a river.

My mother identified me by a single ring my father gave me.

Hello. My name is Medgar Wiley Evers.

June 26, 1963 I became a living target.

I was pierced in my back by a gun shell and denied admittance into the hospital because I was black.

If my family didn't explain that I was a prominant member of the NAACP, I would've died right outside the hospital.

A bullet through my heart took my life because I fought for what was right.

As I always said, "You can kill a man, but you can't kill an idea."

That was just the beginning.

Many people have come before, during, and after us.

Trayvon Martin, Alton Sterling, Michael Donald, and countless others.

We're judged because the color of our skin but this skin won't wear off.

Will you be next?

Hello.  My name is Kamary Sexton.

I am a 17 year old girl living in a world that hates me because of my skin.

They say all lives matter but black lives are apart of all lives.

Therefore, all lives won't matter until black lives do.

Stand up for what's right.

After all Jesus died for ALL of our sins, not just the white ones.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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