Another dead body is all the score we need. This one allowed. It wasn’t interrupted. No one watching and filming was able to stop a public murder in progress. We’re not in the 1880s nor the 1960s lynchings era! Much less whatever underground, unreported, though sometimes making it to mainstream news acts of ending life are occurring anyway. I’m fatigued contemplation. I’m depleted with a lack of sleep monitoring my family and friends nationwide. But any of my worries or might pales in comparison to those who aren’t with us anymore. The descent is to think of their humanity. Their families left in the wake of their loss. They seek to provide for their families to be able to sit to eat dinner, earn, and prosper. We gotta begin where we ended. Today. Now, is our vantage. We’ve authorized the repetition of shameful narrative far long enough. Every ounce of fury inflamed is a justified pounce to bounce the hate away. SO. MANY. LIVES. GONE.
America known as a leading country is a joke presently. Leading what exactly? Racism. Discrimination. Laughable liberty and injustice for all? We are fundamentally unbalanced because we started there. We established words that didn’t match our reality. Our bloodied constitution and pledges of allegiance appeal to equality plus “liberty and justice for all” but left off your two intentional words: “white people”. You wrote “all” as blacks suffered the wrath of your slavery and beyond. Ashamed. Polluted. Predictable you are with your entitled hypocrisy and your political electoral manipulations. I’m done with dictatorship masquerading as Presidency. When you prey that voting is a chore too hard to make for the herd you’ve corralled us into being. So that your pocketbook strings can be pulled more easily another four years. These are my four years too, not yours alone. It’s morally right to plead for the path of illumination.
My heart beats as black as a clear midnight sky so many of us gather in awe under to peer at the stars with wonderment. Why can some see a vast night sky of darkness and be lifted with awe but they cannot see a sea of colored people with the identical deference? I stand, but wavering, with my fellow USA brother and sister humans who are exhausted from fighting, along with those whose ferocity is unplugged. Listen to opinions from Whoopi Goldberg and Trevor Noah thoroughly. All as tired as your average American white Vietnam war vet was when you plunged them into chaos they didn’t build either. We have enough battle currently. Topped with poverty, unemployment, a lack of education, little access nor affordability to solid healthcare, a virus. Why did our arts go? More to the point, where did our hearts go? The fact that we can witness someone’s death as if it was just another show to view is abhorrent. We’re better than this. At least, we’re supposed to be better than this. George Floyd’s passing shall remain virtue, not in vain.
It’s always been time. Risings have to occur for change. Yet, I’m gutted each historical page-turner that it must take devastation, such waste of life and sanity before you’re woke. People of all colors deserve the sleep. While African-Americans are the ones to whom rest, not unrest, ought to be delivered on a silver platter. Rarely having been served by a person of their like coloring. This personality conflict is gross. Negligence. How the f*ck are we supposed to behave but crazed with that dichotomy of pillaging and soul rape? Like a caged human, like many were caged humans(!), clawing for escape. Freedom’s fought for replicate thrashing, desperation, burning, rage. You are a sinister sophistication called government which merely twists truths and calls them a country. I’m flawed by your intolerance having the USA citizenship to my name. I often want to abdicate your pedestal, your throne of distaste. I’m struck by your symptoms of superiority. I’m infused with your abominations. I’m choking on your lack of oxygen. Nonetheless, I’ll stay colorblind and color aware all the same.
STOP spinning killing by protected force as any semblance of ok. Disliking off-leash dogs when it’s against the law doesn’t ever need to incite your privilege. Being armed shouldn’t matter. Carrying a book aught not be a burden of influence. You cheated, lied, and seemingly never planned to honor our contract of rights. I encourage the continued agreement for society’s cathartic cleansing roar whenever as you diminish the very convenant you pretended to give to everyone. I believe all lives are no accident in essence. What you choose to make of yours will dictate hell’s road you will pave or heaven’s gate you may grace. I’ve dated black men. I’ve been in love with and still love many of them to this instant. I could have given birth to a mulatto baby. I have a black sister (from another mother) who is forever dear to me because my mother cared enough to insert her into our family’s life tremendously. I don’t tally the number of my colored friends regardless of their shade. None of that makes a difference. Your color isn’t the way to exist. Being alive and permitted to live is the point. Instead, target proactive exceptionalism with me.
May igniting your blaze toward permanent peace for ALL permeate every facet of your dignity.