You see, after a Black person is murdered
There’s a vigil
And sometimes a cross
For a month or so these vigils remind us that a life was taken.
Yet suddenly these vigils disappear into the wind like a kite on a windy day.
People no longer stop and look — if they ever did.
They just walk bye with their earphones on waiting to get to their next destination.
Now i don’t claim to know where every life was taken but I can’t help but notice the invisible vigils on my block.
Where a Black man was killed by a hit and run.
Where another Black man was gunned down.
Where a Black man was burned to death by arson.
While there’s no vigils honoring their life — I still imagine these spots with an abundance of flowers — candles — and heem.
Yet it’s not the case.
There’s trash on the ground.
Cranes in the sky getting ready to build the next apartment high rise.
We can’t forget them.