We are tired of seeing our kind shed blood.
Restless from falling tears and sleepless nights as images and thoughts take over our minds;
Yet they refuse to acknowledge our cry.
1,000+ the past two years compared to 5,
So “devastating”..“hasn't been this bad since 9/11”.
But that's just it.
Portraying how the innocents dying by the hands of our “protectors” is normal.
Someone please help me understand.
How they can live with blood on their hands?
Not even taking the chance
To think twice
Think about our sacrifice
Our black men
Children, wives, mothers
Fatherless, widows, son•less
And now our community rests in fear
Accompanied by anger and sadness
A sadness deeply rooted in our souls & spirits
Because age no longer matters
Whether you’re 12 or 43
Your blood, your life is stamped somewhere on the pavement
But hear me now
Violence reciprocating violence
Leads to destruction
Even if the fight gets hushed
A match will spark this flame again
So let's use our voices
And shout out our haunting chants
And use prayer, mass prayer as our defense.
And may our bodies be used to march on
And may our feet stand firm in this from night until dawn.
L.G., a 17 years young black lady.