December 18, 2013
Life. What does it mean? A simple question maybe you can answer. If you’re White, i can’t answer. Now I’m ignorant. Why? Because I’m Black, knowing this five letter word is the definition of struggle. Black hoody and a bag of skittles will get you killed. Being in the wrong neighborhood will get you beaten half to death. By the ones protecting and serving.
January 10, 2013
No sir, they don’t want another Jonathan Jackson. They want a masked man, later identified as a Black man. It’s more mysterious. Our enemy is serious. And I’ve been saying this before the planes came and the plain Jane drowned her kids. I awake to the sound of kids playing in the park. Gunfire interrupts their joy. The cops killed a baby holding a toy … gun. Labeled as boy one – boy two is you, me …