June: Weeds

Before the cries had rung across the skies
Lives suffered from the indignities of being Black.
I did not know the massacres that occurred.
Now the violence is filmed on all iPhones:
Death is displayed on my 7-inch screen.

Goodbye, civility.
everyone is uprising
over the
ruthlessness displayed by those who are
granted the duty to serve and protect.
eyes water from the tear gas
Filling our mouths and noses,
lining our throats as we scream “I can’t breathe!”
overlooking the demonstrations
you can see the weeds begin to
die and flowers take their place.

But hope resides within the death and pain
Locked with the destiny the fascists want. We
Mock them in the hist’ry books. 

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