Civil Rights Movement, The Sequel

Ever have those days, where you feel like you have to do something, anything or you'll lose it? I've been feeling like that for a while now. I'm already aware that it's based on the helplessness I feel for my generation and for the mindset of the youth. Most importantly though, I feel this unwavering, mentally consuming, jagged, breathtaking pain for my fellow people of color and myself truly. You know, it just boggles my mind really, because as a teenager I can remember being so righteous. I was so completely adamant about my beliefs and the things I would do, and the way I would behave if I lived in a different time, in a different era. My grandmother, she was totally about it, reppin' the B.P.P.  all through her youth. Granted, I don't know how far that actually went for her, but I was told from numerous elderly that if you were black back then, you were down. And through school, I prided myself on saying things like " Man, if I were born a little bit earlier, I would be right with Malcolm shutting shit down!!" Obviously I realized, you can't really say what you would do.  Or how you would feel for that matter, in such a situation jam packed with devastating crisis until it is smack dab in front of you. Like right now. We are living, well barely, but we are living through the New Age Civil Rights Movement. There has been so much death in this one year alone. No let me get this right, so much black murder it's literally unprecedented.  And I really don't want to hear about black-on-black crime, and how it shouldn't be a big deal because "black people kill each other everyday." Excuse my French, but fuck that shit! Let's keep it real here people, the deaths we have endured from white privilege and white supremacy this year ON IT'S OWN is  unparalleled to the loss we see from the black on black crime everyone LOVES to spitball about. In my short life, I have mourned harder this year than any other year before me. Was I related to any of these people? No. Did that even fucking matter? No. Because even one loss that way, is one loss too many. As I read and watch the consistent massacre of my people I can just feel the lack of faith pouring in and the lack of love taking hold. Especially in Missouri, right now. Tears fall, as I can only imagine the sound of hundreds even thousands of brown skinned covered hearts shattering. And even though I am dripping in prayer, filled with angst and banking on better days right now, all I can say is this ;

My Melanin Soldiers, in Missouri, and worldwide really,  you have ALL my love. Those afflicted with white privlege and supremacy will try to put us in the ground, we are seeds, we will flourish. They will try to destroy our bodies ,thinking they can silence our spirits they  are wrong.  Be clear my loves, We are living in the New Age Civil Rights Movement and just like our predecessors before us we Will get knocked down only to rise again. Strength is infused with every shade of our beautiful race. It is our Birthright. ✊✊✊