When you say....
All Lives Matter,
I could see what you mean,
if that's all it
meant....
When you say....
You Don't Have To March,
I wonder
if you knew
what's it's like,
to beg, chant, & gasp,
that your life matters too....
When you say....
If You Acted Right
You'd Be Ok,
I remember trying
to be perfect,
but the color of my skin
was never enough....
When you say....
Let It Go & We Can Heal,
I think about
who we lost,
who won't ever be,
& I can't understand
how you think it's so simple
to forget....
When I finally say....
My Life Matters,
because I fear for me,
my sisters, my brothers,
my friends, my family,
my church, my neighbors,
& even people I may never
get to meet someday,
simply because of
who I am....
When all you say....
Is
All Lives Matter,
how I could I see what you mean,
when that's not all it
really
meant.
I wrote this in first person. It's how I put myself in someone else's shoes, & try to understand their truth....
I hold out hope, that someday, so many of us won't have to beg, chant, & gasp, that their lives mattered, too.
✌💖✊
#GeorgeFloyd #RIP #RestInPower #BLM
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