Is it January already? Gosh, won’t this month hurry up and end? I’m so tired and drained, and cannot wait for 2020 to be gone.
What a fucked-up time it is to be born. To be alive. To think that I got to see the world come to a near end.
I got to see the world burn up a temperature – nature claimed back her own. Eating up plant and being.
I saw rioting in the streets—a cop kneeling on a brother’s neck—it was so bad, even I couldn’t breathe. Folks no longer wanting to be quarantined.
Black Lives Matter flooded every city. U.N.I.T.Y reigned from city to landscape.
Brothers and sisters, the old and the young, and those who’ve been through this shit before, came out in droves and marched.
They cried, they yelled, they chanted for justice and peace.
But the protesters got gassed, and the Proud Boys flooded the city. I stood dismayed and aghast at the orange man holding up a Bible upside down, standing in front of a church he knew nothing about.
But the rebellion rages onward. Wounds once forgotten came alight in the fray. Heroes we always loved gone—Kobe Bryant; John Lewis; Ruth Ginsburg; George Floyd; Breonna Taylor—
Ever this stick in our memory as we venture forth into 2021.