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May 2020
We twist
and turn
in this tornado
bodies fly

We watch them
as they ascend
and we ask
why
must they all
look the same

“We know”
people gathered
at the squares say

“We demand change”
read the picket signs
Being raised with an extended family where we all look different (Different skin color, eye color, hair textures), I realized at a very early age that we were all treated differently. We were all given different opportunities depending on where we lived and how we looked.

So, I would like folks to contemplate how their reality may not be the only reality. How folks in other communities, specifically the black community must feel as they watch people just like them– be repeatedly killed. How scared and how outraged that makes someone. Ask yourself why? Ask more why’s about George Floyd, about our policing system, about the institution that created that system. Look at things for what they are; there is no need to judge here. Just look at the facts.
Guadalupe S Partida
Written by
Guadalupe S Partida  31/Los Angeles, CA
(31/Los Angeles, CA)   
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