“Flint Still Doesn’t Have Clean Water”

Imagine weeping for black souls before you go to sleep. Then waking up at 2am reading the Washington Post that Flint still doesn’t have any clean water. The fertility rate is decreasing due to lead poisoning. Affecting kid’s brains, kidneys and their cognitive abilities. 53% of Flint are black residents. 45% are poverty stricken that has no way out so before you ask “Why don’t they just leave?” Think to yourself if you were in a financial drought. Being purposely poisoned because of your circumstances. Because of your black skin. Better yet, because no one cares enough. 53% and that’s the part of Michigan’s water that’s poisoned. Imagine being punished for being poor as if it’s something the people asked for. It’s 2017 and Flint still don’t have no clean f*cking water. It’s insanity, if you ask me.

I wrote this poem three days ago when I realized Flint still doesn’t have clean water. The fact that 53% of Flint’s residents, which are black people, still remain to have lead poisonous water blows my mind but at the same time it unfortunately doesn’t surprise me considering the fact that we are forced to endure.

Black people are forced to endure the struggles that are put upon us whether we like it or not.

In April of 2014, Flint decided to get its water supply from the Flint River to save money but come to find out, going the cheaper route caused many residents their sane livelihood. According to the Washington Post, “residents immediately began complaining about the odor and appearance of the water, but well into 2015 the city was still assuring residents that the water was safe to drink”. Now why do you think the Flint residents were informed by the city to continue to drink and bathe in the water knowing that the water was poisonous and had high levels of lead in it?

There’s a lack of care for the black residents of Flint, that’s why.

According to the Washington Post, “the harmful effects of lead exposure on children’s health are well documented including cognitive deficiencies, increased antisocial behavior, lower educational attainment and a host of problems affecting the brain, kidneys, and liver”. Not only are the kids suffering from the effects of lead poisoning but babies aren’t even getting a chance to live because of it. There was “a substantial decrease in fertility rates in Flint for births conceived around October 2013 which persisted through the end of 2015” which means babies in utero where exposed to the poisonous water without the mother’s knowledge(Washington Post). This is a tragedy because more than likely the people of Flint have no other option other than staying in Flint because of their financial circumstances.

45% of the Flint residents live in poverty which makes up most of the black residents of Flint.

The people of Flint are being punished because of their lack of wealth and better resources. Whose fault is that the residents of Flint don’t have obtainable resources that contributes to their growth? It’s not the people of Flint’s fault because they didn’t ask to be in the poverty stricken part of Michigan, most of them don’t have a choice in the matter. Similar to how they don’t have a choice to leave.

It’s an unfortunate reality that not only affects the residents of Flint but every resident of a black and poverty stricken city or neighborhood that doesn’t have the correct resources for them to progress.

The fact that the residents still don’t have clean water shows how much black mothers, fathers, and babies matter to Rick Snyder, the Governor of Flint.

It is loud and clear that black lives don’t matter because if they did, they would have had clean water three years ago and not having to fend for their lives.

People shouldn’t have to come to Flint to provide clean drinking water. Colleges shouldn’t have to raise money to support Flint. There shouldn’t have to be signs and reminders on social media that Flint still doesn’t have clean drinking water, it shouldn’t be but it is. Thankfully there are people that are willing to help because if it wasn’t people that didn’t care as much, I couldn’t imagine the depth of their dilemma. This is the reality, an unfortunate reality, that now has to take years to fix. But, what happens in the mean time? I guess no one has an answer for that.

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