My heart hurts, yet again,
for the
Black Grandmothers,
Black Grandfathers,
Black Uncles,
Black Elders,
Black Sisters,
Black Siblings,
Black people
whose lives were stolen.
In a world where We are hated,
where is home?
In a world where We are loathed,
where are We safe?
In a world where We are
Beaten,
Brutalized,
Demeaned,
Humiliated,
Minstrelized,
and
Ridiculed
where can We find
stability and peace of mind?