This is a bit different than what I've been doing with my other posts. I'm bringing awareness to BLM. I'm just going to keep it short and simple. This is a piece of poetry that I think people should read and comment on because it's a very real issue that's happening right under our noses and we've been ignoring it this whole time. Black. Lives. Matter. Period. Even as a person of color, I will never understand what you go through. But I stand with you.
You think you aren't privileged?
Imagine being black
You're shopping at a corner store
And a cop puts his weight on your back
That's the story of George Floyd
Suffocated by police
He was crying for his mother
And screaming "I can't breathe!"
Now consider Breonna Taylor
Sleeping in her house
When cops broke in through her front door
And lit a flame no one can douse
They first shot her scared boyfriend
Who fell dead to the floor
Then they shot Taylor over eight times
And just waltzed out her door
And what about Atatiana Jefferson?
Who was at home with a child
Her eight-year old nephew had to see
On his aunt bullets being piled
Or think about Stephon Clark!
Who was just in his grandma's backyard
No more gruesome death can compare
To what Clark's grandmother saw
These are just four people of thousands
Who are recently deceased
Help make a difference by protesting
No justice, no peace
By writing this poem I'm not degrading any specific race. I'm exercising my right to speech, my right to post anything as long as it's not making someone feel bad, and my right to protest. If you don't like something I post, you don't need to tell me. It's not exactly important. But this is something I believe in, so I'm posting about it. Just a reminder that Black lives matter and that we were made equal. ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
