for this this time and place. I have often been told that I am an honest person and honestly, I know when I am being dishonest. I do. And I thought Travyon Martin and Michael Brown and so many other senseless deaths were sad. But I wasn't honestly connecting the dots.
What finally broke my heart was hearing a peace officer say, "My first duty is to come home at night." I don't know, that's okay I guess. It's not how I feel every day, but then I've never been shot at -- yet. Part of me feels that if that is your philosophy, you might want to find a safer, different line of work. Because a young boy died that night, a black man always seems to be dying. Then you act as if it's only as if a racoon that ran out on a lonely road and got accidentally run over. Nothing to see, move along, these things happen.
That might just be me being "angry at the sun." Or may I don't understand the poem. Or may I don't understand anything.
