Your buildings were on fire

Businesses now closed

The streets have flooded

We will not back down

Long gone are the days of rose colored glasses

Silence is no longer an acceptance for the masses

White flags known as bills passed equate to progress

While murderers still roam to protect and serve

Where is the justice

Justice for the brother and sister we watched lose their life

Again and again we watch them die

Anger rises and hashtags trend

As a new wave of revolution begins

Insert occurrences of entanglements

America’s form of entertainment

Now the injustices of the world become distant strangers

Smoke and Mirrors

Look out over the horizon

See the flames burn bright towards the sky

Hear the pain in their voices as their souls cry

This isn’t the beginning 

This isn’t the end

It’s been tacked on for years

Covered in prayers and understanding 

Littered with stereotypes and hate

Too much blood has been spilled

No more can others decide our fate

The ground shakes as spirits rise

Fearless and strong they release war cries

We stand with you our children

We have always stood with you

Fill the streets with your presence 

Let the world feel your anger

You built this land and can easily tear it down

Whatever it takes to destroy those intended to oppress

Then as the smoke clears and the spotlight shines

Look them in their eyes and question,

“Do you hear us now?”

Emotions are very high right now. After just witnessing Ahmaud Arbery and Sean Reed, here we are again with George Floyd. I have to ask, when is enough enough. How much more blood has to be spilled for America to get that our lives matter? Will America ever get it? At this point I don’t care if they ever fully get it. Just know that my life, my children’s lives, and all people of colors lives matter. We will not continue to be hunted and laid down for the world to see as an intimidation tactic.

Intimidation can no longer work, fear can no longer flow through our veins at the sight of someone considered better than us or legally able to take a life, and we cannot continue to move peacefully. We are going through the same motions moth after month; angry, protest, pray, and forgive. When does the action come? When do we stand up for our lives? Too much blood has been spilled and I refuse to see anymore spilt only to go silent after an arrest. An arrest does not mean a conviction. People get arrested every day and still do no jailtime. I am not satisfied with just an arrest.

I need to see action. Anyone can share, hashtag, and complain. That only goes so far, and history shows that that distance is not far enough. Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland, Freddie Gray, Philando Castile, Oscar Grant, Botham Jean, Atatiana Jefferson, Pamela Turner, Korryn Gaines, Emmett Till, George Stinney, Ahmaud Arbery, Sean Reed, Breonna Taylor, and now George Floyd. All the times where our distance was never enough for proper justice. 

Once again, my mind is tired and my heart is broken. Everyone loves the culture, but don’t love the people the culture comes from. We have become a trend for the world to embrace when it’s cool, but silent when the harsh reality is put on display. Where is the people that love the culture now? Where are the people of privilege that shout, “We are all equal?” For those who are silent, you either don’t see a problem, you don’t care, or you’re too afraid of losing your privilege to speak out. Therefore, you are part of the problem. 

In a world full of Martin Luther King, Jr’s, I see sprinkles of Malcolm X as more and more people awaken to say enough is enough. That makes me proud, that gives me hope that although there are people that still wish to bury us, there are even more sprouting out the ground from the strong roots they come from. It’s ok to be Martin. The world needs balance, but even Martin said in the end, “I fear I am integrating my people into a burning house.”

Enough is enough people.

I CANT BREATHE

Those haunting words touch my ears again

The vision of him on the ground with a knee in his neck won’t leave my mind

Looking at it I find myself screaming just as I did in Eric Garner

WHAT DID HE DO?

DON’T YOU HEAR HIM?

HE CAN’T BREATHE!

GET OFF OF HIM!

HE’S NOT MOVING!

YOU KILLED HIM!

Another life gone from unnecessary force

How was he a threat when it’s 4 against 1?

How was he a threat when he’s pinned on the ground begging for air?

Air that he can’t possibly get

Now he becomes another hashtag

Another vision of injustice

Another vision embedded in our memories to play on repeat every time we hear his name

The process will always be the same

I see his face over and over again

I hear his words over and over again

And my throat tightens over and over again

I can’t breathe again

Note: Rest in power George Floyd