I have not stood where they have. I have not struggled as they have. But I am not ignorant, nor am I blind. Change must happen, And I will not stand idly by.
Are you standing on the right side, or the racist side?
i stroke the dirt above you and hug your stone never minding the soil that stains my jeans a tear rolls down my cheek as i trace my index over your engraved name and the wind whistles for us both