Sincerely, A Black Girl.

#BlackLivesMatter

"#BlackLivesMatter", you see, it's more than a hashtag, it's a movement.

Everyday a young black king or queen is murdered, probably just for a white cop's amusement.

Trayvon, Sandra, Eric, Freddie and Michael...just to name a few.

Everyday, my black brothers and sisters are being killed, and it's really sad that everyday I have to wonder "Am I gonna be next, too?"

No mother should have to bury her child, it just isn't fair.

Stereotyping every black person, simply, because they don't care.

I pray every night, worried for my older sisters and brothers.

I should be black and proud, but I'm black and scared for my life, because I know I damn sure won't get another.

"#BlackLivesMatter" and that's all that matters right about now.

My black sisters and brothers are being killed everyday and the media will barely make a sound.

My heart aches, wanting to bring back those innocent lives.

I honestly can't wait until the day "being black" is legalized.

Slavery is over, or so I thought.

There's so much more "black" history that needs to be taught

Not once did I learn anything about "black" history while in high school.

I guess my white teachers assumed that learning more about my race and culture wasn't important, it must be some new type of "white supremacy" rule.

You can try to erase my past all you want.

I just hope that you realize that all of this will come back on you and haunt.

End police terror because #BlackLivesMatter.

If this continues on, then the heart of the entire black race might shatter.

So please, Mr. Police Officer, just acknowledge that #BlackLivesMatter.