America’s Injustice: What Do I Think ?

I don’t want to talk about injustices anymore. I don’t want to hear about another black person being killed at the hands of police, in situations where the techniques of de-escalation being taught in theory could have been put in practice. I don’t want to cry on behalf of another black mother who has lost her black son. I am tired of shedding tears for skin folks who are not kin folks , but to whom I’m related to by association of shared oppression. I don’t want to see another brother or sister kneeling in protest of police brutality when our national anthem plays. I don’t want to hear about the all the money that has been donated to disadvantaged neighborhoods, so that black youth can be “educated” about a brighter tomorrow; but not live to experience it.

INSTEAD….I want to throw a brick and smash a store front, I want to riot in the streets and vandalize cars, I want to walk to the homes and businesses of my oppressors and burn them to the ground. I want to drive to the desert where the skies are the widest and spit at the sky and scream at God and ask him why. Why did he make me this way…why did he create me in an image that is clearly unlike him, because the sight of my blackness brings about fear, hate and not love… an image where the wages of being born black is death.

BUT WHAT WILL THAT CHANGE IF I DO ?…Nothing !!

None of these methods have worked before, the same methods we have been using for hundred of years. I will probably never live long enough to see changes, but I pray, hope, cry, scream, and continue to trust in my faith…that the children of my daughter’s children will. I don’t want to write about pain no more; or even think of evening the score. I just want to live with my white friends in our bubble where we all get along…singing Kumbaya pretending it’s our favorite song.

#LoveAndLight