To my Black Kings;
To my younger brothers, my boyfriend, my friends that feel like brothers, my cousins, my uncles, my grandfather, my future son.
To the ones that I’ve only met in passing.
To the ones I’ve never met at all.
Words can not adequately express the emotions that are running through my body. The disgust, the hatred, the sadness, the pain, the exhaustion, the fear that I feel for you…
I’m scared for you. I’m hurting with you. And I’m outraged.
Aside from that…shit, because of that, I want you to know this:
You are appreciated. You are loved. And you are valued.
Your brown skin is beautiful. You are in my prayers. AND YOUR LIFE MATTERS!
Send this to the Black Kings in your life to remind them of the love you have for them. To remind them that their value does not diminish based on the ignorance of others.
Here are some pictures of some of mine:
Dear Black Kings,
I love you.
Forever and Always,
-Alex 🖤
Right on, Right on, Right on! Stay woke, stay in the fight. Don’t give in and don’t give up and don’t quit. So many times in the past we make a lot of noise but so often we back down and disappear. It takes all of us to make a change and we all must stand together and demand justice.
Power to the people and pass the ammunition!
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Well said Pa! I was thinking it would be nice and fitting if you would please bless us with the poem you wrote for the Million Man March.
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