You took me to meet your parents when I still saw something in you. That something is gone now- I’ve realized it was never there. Our hearts were in tandem then; why was mine left feeling so empty?
You brought me to concerts when I could still hear you up on stage. Now people cheer at your old songs when I know that they should be booing. Our paths were linked then; why was I the one robbed of a future?
If you don’t stand with Black Lives Matter, I don’t want a **** thing to do with you. If you do, go donate to the cause and get to signing those petitions because the movement needs all of the help it can get!