I have been weeping, for hours. Point of fact, I have been crying, since Ahmad Arbery, was gunned down. I have been boohooing, since Breonna Taylor was gunned down. I have been lamenting, since Christian Cooper, was targetted for watching a damned bird! I have been sobbing, since George Floyd, was gunned down. Now, I cry for Rayshard Brooks. I have been crying, for years, for ALL the lives, senselessly taken. SENSELESSLY!
I cry with EVERY excuse folks rush to give, whenever, yet another, POC life is taken. The rush: to make an excuse, to give a way out, to destroy a character. I weep/rage because POC lives are not enough to illicit sympathy. Our existence, appears not to be enough. We have to be one of the ‘good black/brown people’. As if, the rest of us, are trash, that can EASILY be taken/discarded/dismissed. Just typing these words, sets me off, yet again, to weep/rage. Our lives DO matter. They do. They should.
These tears, are exhausting. I long, for the day, when they are no longer, necessary. Folks celebrated Juneteenth. The day slaves were Emancipated. That said, were POC every truly emancipated? Are we free? I think not. Just typing these words, sets me off, yet again, to weep/rage. These tears, are exhausting.
I want, to dry my eyes. I want, to climb down from this wall where I have been shouting/crying/raging, for someone to hear/see/do. Yet, I can’t. I cry, for those who can no longer, shed a tear. I cry, for those who have lost loved ones. I cry, for those who have given up. I cry, for those who still don’t seem to give a damn. I cry, for justice, knowing there will NEVER be true justice, as those lives will never return.
If only, there was someone, who would take my place, on this wall, and weep for those who can no longer weep. If only, there was somebody, who would take a turn and cry, for someone else’s child. It’s easy to cry, for your own. I cry, so that yours may be safe, may be free. I cry, and pray, pray, and cry, in order for ALL to have rest, to KNOW freedom. I shall continue, to cry, until the Flag COVERS US ALL.
Will someone cry these tears, for me?