Lover of black men and all their
Flaws and glory.

We grow up and fall in love with ppl and things that were never meant for us. We make these things our own and become more alive than we ever were before.

When given the chance,

*Why do you always choose love over sleep?

And in that moment we are infinite*

Anger stretching my jaws wide enough to belt
chants from the deepest corner of my gut

Finding strength in the numbers
Strength in the hands that were raised along with mine
allies becoming my brothers and sisters

Lights glared green, yellow, red, blue as we halted the city
In that moment we were what the city feared
what the city needed wanted and dreamed
all at the same time

Bodies in solidarity finding ourselves in a foggy mist
Screaming through the streets to be seen and heard
and in that moment we were

infinite

forever our memory will be pressed as the newspapers reflect on the protest that demanded that our lives matter.
While some studied, we struggled. together, passionately, some in tears, but all without fear.

in that moment.

And once he got it right, I rose along with the sun. Exhale.

Who wants that perfect love story anyway?*
This all feels as if it never left.
And I hate myself for loving every moment of it.
Knowing I can't expect forever,
so i breathe in the right now as our eyes set as the sun rises.
if i could make time stand still…

I don't even think it's fair.

I'll tell my children about my frozen toes.
How I paced for thirty minutes to bring life back to them.
How I wished it was easy enough to bring back life to those that died in vain
to bring warmth to bigoted hearts

I was cemented on a mixture of grass and ice as we stood in solidarity, in silence.
I prayed as tears welled in my eyes, but I would not let them fall out of fear they would freeze on my skin.

In that silence I heard the sadness, the confusion, the frustration.
I wondered "What are we waiting for?"
I spoke too soon because just as the doors opened, the ridicule began.

We don't have too much faith in our justice system do we?
Follow the laws!
Get a clue, ******' idiots!

Tears stung my ears as I felt my feet dig deeper and by body tighten with shock and anger.
The ignorance that laws define if we stay alive or not.

Ha! Pants up, don't loot!
Racist *******.

I knew in that moment I was supposed to experience those comments. I didn't feel cold, I didn't want to go home. I wanted to show that I am not invisible. All lives matter, and we stood together on that field showing that to some, they do.

Brown, pink, white, tan, yellow.

I watched the hands slowly rise as the people thickened.
We matter.
our silence spoke as it triggered so much anger in so many individuals

*Why am I here?
Then I looked around and was reminded.