Image retrieved from: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=295086&picture=bloody-cloud “They cut off John’s head.” Bart is the deliverer of this horrendous news and he can hardly breath, let alone speak. He is horrified, shocked. There’s no gentle way to drop a hand-grenade. He stumbles out onto the street and leaves a stunned Joshua. It is a senseless killing while in … Read more
Image of George Floyd and his mother. She would never dreamed, As she crept up to his crib, As every mama does, To make sure he was breathing. She would never have dreamed, On media live-streamed, That his dying call would be to her, Though long departed. She would never have dreamed, On media … Read more
I was confused, by asphalt bruised, As his life oozed, his pleas refused. Now my police bow a knee, My first response says “I disagree – That very posture took a life.” Yet now it somehow calms the strife A soothing balm for grieving souls, Instead of heaping burning coals. I start to perceive a … Read more
I beseech you, As a mother of two black men. I want them to live to run in the street, to play a mean guitar stanza and hold a crazy karate stance. To do whatever they were made to do without worrying if they will come home to live some more. They are my … Read more