It always seems impossible until it’s done.
― Nelson Mandela
Black lives have always mattered – to black people.
Lest you forget. Lest we forget to remember.
Africans shackled for white man’s greed – bound for black man’s hell & death knell.
Caribbean cargo charged to cutlass the cane.
Kept like nameless fine chattels – souls bundled and sold.
Lynchings & lies – muscle & bone strung up & lashed by the robed.
Inequality & poverty enhanced by the stench of self-righteous denial.
Viral profiling – glistening like sweat on a back – & clear, clear
Evidence of police brutality – pummeling profiles in the courage of fear…
Silenced. First by the bit – now by twisted oppressors strangled with hate.
Mothers bled red & fathers riddled with shot – children’s collateral. No more!
Asphyxiation with zero justification – choke held by ignorance & rage. Never again!
Time –– Oh it’s time – it’s way way past time – to
Take a knee to take a stand (I know I am). Let’s
Energize & mobilize. Join me – & all the rest (with the youthful unrest).
Raise a fist – repeal, reform & replace! Because Black Lives Matter!
Yes!
This is powerful, Martha. Thank you for bringing the horror alive in poetic, visual terms.
Beautifully stated Martha. This was a very emotional, powerful blog. As horrible as this year has been, I'm hoping good will come from it. Let the earth heal. Keep sharing those videos of police brutality so they can't hide anymore. Slow down.
Cultural evolution stalled under the burden of human ego's need for stratification. Hope for social revolution to inspire new thought and direction. Thanks for inspiring.
Brilliant acrostic lyricism, Marthalove.
Heartfelt and powerful.
The phrase 'Black Lives Matter' opens like a flower, each letterpetal revealing a truth.