i see them walking in the streets
i know them, those walking in the streets
the fear, the terror.
even though they are white,
they are not immune.
not invulnerable.
I am scared.
i want what is right.
Justice.
Freedom.
just like the Constitution promised us.
while they are out there, walking in the streets
i am at home
scared
frustrated that I can’t do more
how do i reach out?
tell them:
“I see you! I want to be that brave!”
but my support feels fake
my anxiety about all this
is almost overwhelming
as i sit at home, trying my best
to do my part
(it doesn’t feel like enough)
i wonder:
what would my family say about me going?
if i went? if i supported that?
If I went walking in the streets?
they say the media is jaded but so are we
we, the last generation, who are walking the streets
we have become the hurt, the cynical, the activists
it is late in the night and i find myself shaking and crying
crying for the loss of lives in the POC community,
crying for the safety of my friends,
crying because
I feel like I should be out there too,
walking in the streets.