It is not clear
BY TAMYARA BROWN
It is not clear to me why so many of our son's life has no value.
How someone feels it so easy to erase them off this earth without permission.
Another mother burying her baby.
Another father standing at his gravesite crying
Another man not charged guilty for his sin toward a mother and father's child
It is not clear why is this fair to shorten another life without permission?
It not clear to me why I have to fear for my son's life
Shouldn't he be able to walk the streets and be unique?
Shouldn't he be able to feel safe in any envoirnment
How is he classified a thug because of the music, the hoodie or slang he speaks?
He could be so much more of the image you see
And not just another hoodlum on the street
The picture we paint of our boys simply because of number s and ill thoughts, images of negativy seen on T.V.
Those visions you see isn't the image of every brown boy you see
It is deeper than that this goes back 400 plus years ago. Our lives deemed insignificant, nothing of value so they waste, abuse it and kill it.Blaming it on how we look, how we act and what we represent. Shackled and murdered for their own reasoning
It doesn't make sense
Aren't you the one who sells the very image you scream you're afraid of?
I don't get it why are we resting in peace our boys before their time
No, let me admit it I get it I just don't understand it.
©2014 Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.