Dear mother,
If I die,
Do not let me become a hashtag.
I am so much more than a few letters.
I am so much more than what I am.
Within me I have answers,
I have questions,
I have love,
And I have hatred.
All these twirl within me.
Aching my body for a sudden way out.
Dear mother,
If I die,
Do not let me become a hashtag.
Hashtags die down, they don't last.
They come and go.
And I want to stay in people's hearts
The same way our childhood has stayed in ours.
Dear mother,
If I die,
Do not let me become s hashtag.
I know there is more to people than sharing
Terrible news and talking about how cops have
Murdered innocent African-Americans.
I know there is a light in every one of us
And I know we all want change but do not know how
To touch change.
Dear mother.
If I die,
Just promise me this:
Do not let me become a hashtag.
There are so many other things I can become.
I know it.
