I turn a cheek yet to believe that anyone sees us for anything less than a human. My brothers and sister are being murdered in these streets for the color of their skin. I tried to wrap my head around the meaning of life for US, but yet I come up short with the answer. We live in fear shook to speak OUR truth because WE see US dropping like flies. Accusations are being mad of what they think WE bring to the table. OUR presence is stronger than any weapon, They are threatened by US. So they beat us down to the ground with our hands tied behind our backs and as I call out for my maker, my creator my superwoman I let out a scream “ MOM…MOM!!!” Bones broken, flesh torn and pride stripped. Confused, humiliated, beaten and suffering, I depart this world. Taken out by the one thing that was made to keep us safe… disguise as the devil.
R.I.P Tyre Nichols
