An Unlit, Promising Candle
I don’t know much about candles or lighting up medium for that matter.
This candle is unlit. Just as the very weapons used with brute force before they sparked their own flame.
I don’t know much about much but I know my little brothers look like Michael Brown.
I know the women in my circle resemble resemble Sandra Bland.
I know Tamir Rice looks like my neighbor.
And my other little brother has the same hoodie as Travon.
I know Tyree King went to the same school a good friend works at; a few blocks away from my parents home. He was 13 and under a hundred pounds!
I don’t know enough about candles. I don’t know if lighting one will do.
I don’t know if all these lives lost will be enough to stop others.
All I know
Is They Matter. We Matter.
I’m tired of telling my little brothers to be careful. I’m tired of looking at little brown kids and saying a prayer for them silently; that they somehow escape this unexplainable fate.