Words...

"It is probably impossible to think without words, but if we permit ourselves to think with the wrong words, we shall soon be entertaining erroneous thoughts; for words, which are given us for the expression of thought, have a habit of going beyond their proper bounds and determining the content of thought."

-"Knowledge of the Holy," Tozer.

Again

Again

“A 40 year old Black Man has been shot by a police officer”

A Black Man has been shot by a police officer

Black Man shot by a police officer

Black Man shot by police

Man shot by police

Man shot...

Man killed!

Again,

--S.H.

As I: Five Question for America

As I: Five Questions for America

A Disconnected Connection as I stare at the screen

Sisters scream for the blood of my brothers

Proclaiming innocence, demanding Justice.

--But will it come?

As I scroll through my newsfeed horrid images corrupt my vision

Desensitized and dismayed

Another Black man at the hands of the law slain.

--What did he do?

Eyes stinging, heart heavy, as I stir in painful rage.

Disregarding age the scream of death snatched his Dreams.

He was only a child Playing, Reading, Driving, Breathing, Living.

--Was that a crime?

As I wait for my community restless in the streets,

Our signs and chants speak words lost in crimson puddles.

It’s here we sing our song for the world to see, raw yet muffled.

--How do we heal?

Inescapable fear as I face my kin.

My Black Men: Brothers, Nephews, Uncles and Cousins.

The illusive idea of safety drowned in their eyes, it’s distant.

Will he be next?

--S.H