January 6, 2021
his glassy eyes shone like empty stars
as he lay dead,
head turned to the side,
for everyone to see.
the ones who ended his life so ruthlessly told us to
scram
get out of there,
but instead,
we took to the streets,
hurtling back sharp words and daggers of our own,
rioting and protesting and
exercising our first amendment rights,
as they tried to tell us
no.
as they tried to tie us up,
restrain us,
keep us hostage.
but we kept marching
for the man who would never know how much his death had sparked.
we kept marching
so that maybe,
in the future,
others could live their lives without fearing for the worst.
we kept marching
to achieve justice for the man who was so
unjustly killed
and we kept marching
even though they told us to
stop
because we wanted to show them the truth
the truth that they couldn't see
the truth that they still cannot see
and so we'll keep marching
until they do.
YOU ARE READING
the moonlit side of reality (a poetry collection)
PoesíaSometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.
