Another Black boy or girl was slain by what seems to be a racist. I've stopped asking anything beyond "what was the color of their skin?" That's all that matters now. Male or female...it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter their age.
I stopped crying now. I've been become so desinsitized to the pain that now only my heart hurts. I'm not as angry as I used to be. Now I'm worried I'll be like everyone else and not care after the final news cycle.
I remember the death of Trayvon Martin as my first expereince with Black pain, anguish, anger and frustration. When I first found out that this was an ongoing thing I cried. How? Why us? and When is it going to end.
I'm tired of my pain being taken for granted so here is me doing something about it. You "want to be Black"? You "don't understand how we feel"? Well...what you are about to see...the emotions you are about to feel is exactly what it feels and means to be BLACK.