Like any other Friday
I wake up early
get ready and
go work
but...
today,
I heard them,
and paused as I took
that first step out of the front door
the screams of my ancestors,
the desperate plea from
wrongly accused men,
the last words and breathe
of every black man,
woman,
and child
murdered in cold blood...
I heard their warning.
“Don’t go.”
I called off work.
- a.r.Camm
As a black man in America, it is common knowledge that as soon as I take a step outside, I am in danger. Justice in this country is non-existent (as if it ever existed in the first place for my people).
Thank you, ancestors.
for the warning.
