BLM

Black lives matter.

That this must be said, as white cops continue to beat and batter brown and Black bodies, piling up the dead of the latter, makes my heart shatter.

And that’s why I’ll always say:

Black lives matter.

You can go screw with your, “All lives matter.” palaver. 

Until unarmed whites suffer the same plights and are killed at the same disproportionate numbers;

Until the media uses said dead as fodder for their reports, combing through their existence for any retort as to how this homicide was justified; because, despite the cops’ insistence that they feared for their lives, it’s plain as day that they lied,

Until the deaths of your brethren are used to divide and force us to pick a side between cops and criminals, a false dichotomy,

Until your race is constantly demonized and assumed the enemy,

Until you instinctively freeze when you see a police car, wondering if your name will be added to the list of the slain,

Until people have become numb to your pain and hand down yet another acquittal, then don’t be so little and belittle us with this insane refrain.

It’s beyond lame and takes the focus off who’s to blame.

As long as cops continue looking at us askew because of our hue, this will continue to be an issue.

As long as they keep playing god, slaying anyone Black or brown who even looks at them odd, then I will continue saying:

Black lives matter!