they're dousing water over flames of negro hearts on fire.
(the light of a quieted spirit glows black and loud.)
it's okay to be scared. it's okay to feel.
look for softness to soothe you and flowers to press against the wounds. you don't have to see it for the hurt to hurt. know the aching. greet the sorrow.
but fists made of gold, righteous fury fear no evil — fear not the bullet or the gates of heaven afterwards.
what we hope for is the earth's sunshine. what we live for is clean oxygen, pure love, true goodness and justice. justice as a default. what is truly good has the power to never succumb to evils. clean oxygen, pure love, the goodness and justice—these are liberties no bullet can take away.
