BLM

‘Oh Shit…’

.

This world is f*@#ed up

when our young men and women

when our black men and women

when our racialized men and women

are told to behave or be shot

like they’re not worth a whole lot

are told where to put their hands

how to hold their  heads

which words to use or not

.

like it’s somehow their fault for being

for walking down the street

for driving to the mall

for sleeping in their beds

for jogging down the road

.

like they’re othered

and not allowed to be afraid

and not allowed to mess up

or mis-step

the way a white man can

.

and parents try to teach their kids

the impossible, ever-changing rules

of how to make themselves small

in the presence of police

.

and parents try not to show the fear

they feel each time their child

steps outside the door

.

they are not even rules

they are the arbitrary whims

of whoever is inventing the code that day

they are the sum of fears and refusal to care

.

no wonder the black body is terrified

to be stopped by the cops

to be expected to know the dance

that is waiting to be choreographed

.

the dance they know might end

in a river of blood

in a severing of oxygen

.

‘Shit, I just shot him!’

Taser / Gun

Gun / Taser

it’s not like mixing up salt and pepper

.

there is no ‘silly me!’

no ‘oops, my bad!’

no chance to start the conversation over

.

there is no life left

in the one who fled the rising danger

unarmed, unheard, unprotected

.

what happened to talking it out?

why this quick lunge for hate?

.

there are answers standing right here

in front of us

about history

about slavery

about racism engraved across generations

.

we are all witness to this never-ending horror

we are all listeners to this gut-wrenching narrative

why does it feel like we’re walking underwater

where no one can clearly see or hear?

.

I want to spill my blood in apology

I want to shed my white entitled skin

I want to stand between you and the gun

.

I raise my hands and cry out loud

‘WHY REACH FOR HATE WHEN WE CAN REACH FOR LOVE ?’

by Carys Owen

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