Learning tonight of another black life, two lives to be exact (Charleena Lyles and her unborn child), killed by police in Seattle has broken my heart…again. But then there’s my resolve, memory and my fight. And I’ve got plenty because my people are magic, which is one reason we’re always under attack. The headlines tell lies or the spin. It’s corny at this point to keep talking about children or unarmed men and women being gunned down I guess, so why not report “knife wielding” this time? But we’ve been here before. My sista, this is for you. Sleep in peace.
Soon Come
Our breath was made just for us.
We can’t kill you by just being. Creating.
It’s not in our godly design.
We don’t dream of annihilating you though you’ve earned it.
We exist for another purpose, one higher, truly whole.
Yet we die in droves because you are incapable of breathing on your own.
And you hate us, punish us, for your weak, fragile capacity.
But you are the catalyst behind your flaccid state.
You lost your air when you gave up your humanity to corrupt ours, and you have been gasping ever since.
And we’ve been your unwilling ventilators.
Be wary of the time we shut off our supply.
We’re adaptive. Never lost our conscience.
And our lungs are fiercer by the moment.
Certainly mightier than yours.
Beautiful sis. I haven’t even read about this woman yet. I probably just hurt and cry. It’s so much. No change in sight
Omg! I’m speechless 😢