The list of named and unnamed. The strange fruit and and the unfinished lives. Stories I know. But, I. Don’t. Know. Ahmaud with his running George with his breath Breonna from her bed Emmett’s fake whistling The King while he dreamed All. The. Others. Some sins aren’t history. Some forgiveness we don’t deserve. While we preach solidarity, the divide always is. We. Built. This. Bought and sold. Freedom granted. Freedom isn’t granted. Freedom isn’t earned. It wasn’t ours to give. Freedom. Just. Is. I have black friends. I am an ally. I protest. I’m woke. It’s all about me. Stand back. Stand by.
