A Vigil.

To my people. My family. 

On the streets, lies another black man.

Murdered out of hate.

On the streets, lies another black man.

Murdered out of fear.

On the streets, lies another black man. 

Murdered out of anger. 

We remember every single life: every black man, every black woman, every black child, who were murdered at the hands of the police. 

We remember every single life: every black man, every black woman, every black child, who were murdered at the hands of racists. 

We mourn alongside those who have lost friends and family: sons and daughters, sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers. 

We mourn for you. 

Say HIS name. Say HER name. 

Our hearts break that it is your death which has fuelled our fires of revolution. Our hearts break that it is your death which has opened our eyes even wider to the injustices sewn into our system. We honour your sacrifice, for it is a catalyst for change. But that does not make the absence of your spirit any less painful. 

Fly high angels. 

To those who fought for our freedom and those who continue to fight; we thank you, for it is you who gave us the voices we so desperately need to fight this battle today. It is you who gave us hope. We raise our fists alongside you, we take a knee next to you, we scream out in defiance with you, for we are all in this together. 

“Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.”

~ MLK Jr. 1963