Wake up: You don't wanna be too late
A year ago today, I was half asleep.
I heard the alarm ring through the streets
Hands up! Don’t shoot! Hands up! Don’t shoot!
and I? I pressed snooze.
A year ago today, I went back to sleep –
this isn’t a Thing; it Happens, that’s it.
during which I Had A Dream.
Where I saw faces upon faces
belonging to the bodies upon bodies
of lost somebodies.
Our brothers and sisters:
Human. People.
Murdered. Slain. Executed.
and I? I was realizing that
this nightmare was THE reality.
A year ago today, I walked in a daze
Through life.
It can’t touch me. It’s not about me.
and I? I said, no.
They are my cousins, my family,
my neighbors and friends.
They are my people:
My Fellow Americans.
I read, I heard and I learned.
I listened to their voices,
their stories, their cries.
A year ago today, I turned over
Walked away from
my comfortable bed.
Opened My Eyes
And became
Woke as fuck.