"We can never be satisfied as long the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality; We can never be satisfied" -Dr. King
I feel like it's been forever since I've written anything on this blog. It's funny... no, funny isn't the right word. It's interesting the things that have to happen for me to "find my center". To get back to what I know.
131 days
3,144 hours
188,640 minutes
11,318,400 seconds
since March 18th.
The headline reads
"Police: Man swallows drugs, dies during attempted arrest"
But fails to tell the rest!
He lay
Legs shackled,
Hands cuffed behind his back,
Beaten until he lay lifeless
On blood stained concrete.
There lay a son, a brother, a friend.
Beside him on that ground died the dreams of a man
that is gone too soon,
The pain of a mother who had to bury her child,
The heart of a community.
Jonathan E. Smith, we love you!
I remember when cops & robbers was just a game
Before cops and criminals were one and the same
The only difference
One takes your livelihood
The other takes your life!
The thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy.
The thief came that night!
Stole a life, killed a dream, destroyed a community
Or tried to.
Now, what do we have left?
Nothing but
Our pens, so we will write
Our voices, so we will speak.
Through blood shot eyes
And tear stained cheeks
Your memory WILL live on
I remember when cops and robbers was just a game
When we could go outside
and live to tell about it!
