My heart hurts

My heart is aching.

I feel it will crumble

or melt,

shatter

or bleed out.

He is my brother.

She is my sister.

They are my aunts, my uncles, my parents, my grandparents.

They are my nieces, my nephews, my children.

They are my FAMILY,

Though some might say there is so little resemblance.

Can you not see

how our eyes shine?

How we speak out against wrong?

That we laugh?

Sing?

Love?

How we long to REJOICE again?

We cannot go on

in ignorance.

We cannot go on

turning a blind eye.

We must stand.

I may never understand,

much as I wish to.

But STAND, I will.

#BLM