What Does It Mean to Be the Color BLACK

I have to wonder if today could be my last all because of a white man with a gun and a badge. I can’t wear a hoodie over my face, it’s a mask. A mask that says SHOOT ME!! But you don’t even ask. You don’t ask about my background such as where I grew…

Hear This: “Black Lives Matter”

My sight sees American children sprawled across a Huntsville, Alabama highway; they hold their arms and hands up, hugging their witness to those signs: “I Am A Man.” Hear me, “ BLACK LIVES MATTER.” I am reminded of my historical fore-parents on that death boat. Hear me: their contemporary children lay across a highway; they want to “shut down” the notion that their lives don’t matter. I hear them: AMERICA, “Till, Martin, Brown, and Garner mattered: “GLORY!”