When I die I don’t want to be a hashtag
Or a reblog on your status update
Easily forgotten and pushed further down on your timeline by the next meme or gif that sparks your interest or makes you giggle
Easily forgotten until I appear in your memories
And you remember me
I want life to matter more
Why don’t we value life more?
Why are black men, black boys, black women and black girls dying in the streets?
Why do you hate me because of the color of my skin because I am poor and powerless?
We rally and we protest only for the murderers and “public servants” not to be indicted
Is it because our lives are still viewed as mere “commerce”?
My sons and I are no longer goods that can be bought
We are human beings my value should not be deemed lower than anyone else’s
Why is there so much hate in the world?
Why must I justify my existence and right to live on this earth in peace?
I am sad and beyond frustrated because I do not know what to do
Except wait on God to open up the sky