Normally this would be the part were I ramble on and write too many words for too long a time, just to describe how good something is. But you don't need that for how important this is. It's time for me to shut the f### up and listen like a lot of us should be doing right now to the words of a young black man. The words of a million men and women. Marching for justice. Protesting for peace. Making a stand because turning the other cheek has just left a mark on the other. It's not enough. We must fight. Because until all Black Lives Matter, nothing else does...
"Hoping for a life more sweeter,
Instead I’m just a story repeating,
Why do I fear with skin dark as night?
Can’t feel peace with those judging eyes,
I thought we moved on from the darker days,
Did the words of the King disappear in the air,
Like a butterfly?
Somebody should hand you a felony,
Because you stole from me,
My chance to be,
Hoping for a life more sweeter,
Instead I’m just a story repeating,
Why do I fear with skin dark as night?
Can’t feel peace with those judging eyes,
The tears of my Mother rain rain over me,
My sisters and my brothers sing sing over me,
And I wish I had another day, but it’s just another day,
Hoping for a life more sweeter,
Instead I’m just a story repeating,
Why do I fear with skin dark as night?
Can’t feel peace with those judging eyes."
Leon Bridges-Sweeter.
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