Blessed to be a sweet globe of purple
Another brushstroke to the world’s canvas – waiting to reach my potential
I’ve spent joyful summers and winters
Surrounded by many brothers and sisters
Emerald foliage sheltered us from the scorching sun
We are nature’s children.
A white hand – brutish and battered
Reached up – the art of death mastered
Intense pressure starting at my sides cascaded all over me, the assault was relentless –
8 minutes 46 seconds.
As life surged back into me, the hand grasped it’s next victim
Black oppression, White domination.
Michael Brown Jr.
Pick. Pick. Pick. Pick. Pick. Pick.
Everyday consists of modern-day lynching
Crying out for God’s intervention
My brothers and sisters have been picked in their prime
As for me, it’s only a matter of time…