I didn't even want to write this.

I shouldn't even have to write about this.

If you have been blessed to open your eyes every morning for the past few days, then I'm sure you are all caught up on the recent injustices that are going on in America. 

Our brothers, fathers, sons, cousins, leaders, philanthropists, dreamers, healers, cornerstones, hearts, etc. are being massacred on a consistent basis by the individuals sworn to protect and serve. It goes without saying that the lives of Philando Castile and Alton Sterling are victims added to a seemingly never ending list of modern day oppression.

Around this time last year, Sandra Bland was murdered. 

Two years prior, George Zimmerman was found not guilty of murdering a 17 year old over an Arizona and a bag of Skittles. 

I don't even want to rehash every single crime that's been going on for a number of years, because it is not only heartbreaking, but terrifying. Thanks to camera phones, we are able to display more of the unsolicited violence. How much longer before the crime of videotaping an officer comes with a heavier sentence? It may feel like open season now, but without somehow finding a different way to fight back, our light will continue to be smothered out by steel-toe boots and smoking barrels. 

Black people are scared to have children. Black men are scared to breathe in public. Hell, I'm a black female and I'm scared to be black. How many more rallies? How many more protests? How many more deaths? How many more tears? How many more crimes will be committed by those of other races with little to no sentencing? Are we still praying for the gorilla and the lion who's deaths had more outcry than the life of a man, woman, or child?

We are dying because of the color of our skin.

I repeat.

We are dying because of the color of our skin.


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