I walk the streets that were once so familiar –
my eyes burning from the smoke
as a it rises from the ashes.
A decades old skyline,
And what of the people on these streets?
These people watching their leadership fail them
as their community members are tear gassed,
and gunned down.
You know, they call him a patriot.
this 17 year old boy with an AR15.
He thought he’d come to my city and protect businesses
he has no connection to,
his mother even drove him – gun and all.
He took two lives that night
on the streets that I call home.
One man bled out in the parking lot of a car lot,
another tried to stop him and died feet from his killer
in the middle of the street –
a third man maimed as his arm is practically shot off.
Why did this kid start shooting?
I’ll tell you –
He values property over life.
He fears people who don’t look like him.
And he believes law enforcement has supreme
So, how does my small town heal from this?
How do I heal from this?
We will never be the same,
I will never be the same.
Innocence is gone.
Reality is here and our true colors are shining as bright as the sun:
A white man’s world.
My community is overflowing with hatred and justification.
A criminal record deemed both reason to die,
and reason to shoot.
But I value life – so where do I fit in?
Why is my city burning, you ask?
Why are the racists out waving their flags?
What are civilian militia walking my streets
locked and loaded?
Why are the FBI. AFT. and every neighboring police force here patrolling the people … ?
Because a white police office couldn’t keep his cool –
and he shot a black man point blank, in the back, 7 times – in front of his 3, 5, and 8 year old children.
When will police brutality against black men stop???
Photos of the destruction in my city on Tuesday 8/25/2020 –
Please send love to Kenosha, WI – we really need it!! I can’t stop crying for the people of my city, I haven’t slept much, and I wonder when the unrest will end.
Surviving Childhood Trauma