I like to write and like lots of people, I find writing cathartic. So This piece is reflective. Let me know what you think! I started this piece right after Michael Brown was killed. Unfortunately, there will always be more names.
Every time I turn on the tv, every time I pick up the paper,
every time I turn on my radio
the story is the same.
The pictures never change
Headline: Another black man slain
another brother, cousin, uncle to live on in perpetual fame,
and I can’t help but hear the names of those whose lives were taken in more of
the same violent ways.
Grant. Boyd. Grey. Wilson. Martin. Rice. McBride. Garner. Brown. Scott.
Feel free to add your name to the list
every time another senseless death occurs in the name of justice I die a little bit
And just as luck would have it, then the jury says acquit even though my eyes
can see that the story does not fit.
But you can’t testify when you’ve been permanently silenced
when a bag of skittles is a weapon
the universal sign for surrender
an invitation to kill.
There is no defense strong enough when your skin color is reasonable suspicion.
It’s the same discriminatory song, this is not a new rendition
it’s an American tradition
to find new definitions for the words we think too harsh
No one wants to be called a racist
but it doesn’t matter what we call you
the behavior hasn’t changed
and i know hatred when i see it.
the truth remains unchanged
and though the shackles are gone away,
our minds remain restrained
our freedom bound and chained
and we’re all looking for the key.
As always, feel free to send me articles, thoughts, questions, topics, or your best square dance routine.
Yours in Activism,