I wrote this piece in an angry rage sitting alone in my room during the peak of the COVID-19 pandemic and the height of the Black Lives Matter movement. I later gave this speech to a protest of around 100 people in Los Angeles and live-streamed a discussion of issues about Black Equality with a member of Netflix Original’s 13 Reasons Why to bring awareness to the heinous treatment of Black Americans in this country by its police officers and its people. Despite it being three years after the start of this movement, brutality against Black folks has not ceased, but rather, heightened. I am in constant fear of the trajectory of this country and this world in regard to racial equality and the carceral institutions that hold Black folks captive. These conversations are as important now as they were back then and should continue to be at the forefront of our minds, policies, and hearts. We cannot and should not give up.

BLACK. LIVES. MATTER.

with love,

syd

AMERIKKKA

A black girl in a white world

The world constantly telling her

She’s unworthy of all there is to offer

And that Black people are born to suffer

At the hands of their white captors

Skin silky smooth and dark

Complexion parallel to a Hershey’s milk chocolate bar

My coarse black hair falls ever so slightly down the sides of my chiseled face

These features alone gave immediate indication of my beautiful Black race

The police on the barricade

Scrutinizing us for the melanin in our skin

A sinister grin plastered on their faces

Categorizing cold-blooded murder as a “win”

If only this sin registered with the cops from within.

But I digress.

The first time I ever saw a police officer, he along with three other white men were violently busting down the front door of my home

I was just 4 years old

My mother lay cold on the bathroom floor, stricken by the blows to her chest and the voices in her head

My father sat beside me, grasping tightly onto my hand as we both watched our biggest nightmare unfold before us

The handcuffs suffocated the slim wrists of my resilient Black mother

Her body limp with defeat

Her mind cluttered with confusion

So much for the American Dream.

The echo of the sirens replays in my head as I scream and I plead for them to be gentle with her

She doesn’t know any better

She isn’t well

But they didn’t listen.

Later I would discover that my mother would be yet another walking statistic of an innocent Black individual, with a debilitating mental illness, rotting within the confines of a prison cell

She waits patiently; counting the days until someone dares to rise up and ring the liberty bell

Yet, the criminal justice system continues to toy with the lives of Blacks as part of a sadistic game

We know who is to blame

LET FREEDOM RING

When will we run free?

Derek Chauvin

A murderer of the second degree

I wish you would just take a moment to see

The hatred and bigotry

Within yourself

Perched high on a mountain of white privilege and wealth

Do you really think that it’s healthy to violently brutalize black people for your own personal enjoyment?

The sad thing is, you deserve so much more punishment.

For your vile conscious and your decision to be a racist officer who abuses power

You should be protecting us

Not killing us

I CAN’T BREATHE.

***REST IN POWER GEORGE FLOYD***

Since my early childhood, I have been held hostage by my distrust in this broken nation that we call AmeriKKKa

A country that oppresses Black people simply because of the color of our skin

A president that outwardly vocalizes his hatred for women, LGBTQ, and other POC

A society that frowns upon Black women for “raising their voice”

A community where Black boys fear for their lives walking home from school

A justice system that fails to protect innocent Black men who end up serving time for crimes they didn’t commit

A world that fetishizes Black music, Black fashion, and Black culture, yet, refuses to speak out about the injustices that are disproportionately KILLING thousands of our people.

THIS. IS. AMERICA.

I feel as if for so long I was taught to suppress my identity as a Black female

for the sake of being accepted by my white peers

The hours I’d spend before school straightening my thick Black hair so that the condescending remarks about its ugliness would cease

The way in which I trained myself to address people using proper English to not be mistaken as “ghetto” or “ratchet”

The constant shaming of my body for not conforming to the “tall, thin, blonde” stereotype that all the boys in school would swoon over

Coming to the realization on Christmas of 2008 that my life would be nothing more than settling for a fair-skinned doll that looked nothing like me: simply because no one could be bothered to offer the same level of compassion to young Black and brown girls

Placing my hands abruptly on the dash of my car if I am ever pulled over by police, fearful of the gun holstered at their waist

Praying for the safety of my Black teenage brother. every. single. day.

And the list continues

But my silence will not.

What you are witnessing is the unraveling of a lifelong system of oppression, therein placing a (much-needed) emphasis on the fact that black people have been and still are treated inhumanely in this country- both by the government and its people.

If you don’t recognize the reality of being black in America

Or if you don’t feel inclined to use your platform to educate yourself and others

Then you are doing a grave disservice.

Please don’t be ignorant. Support the Black community in our fight for justice.

Most importantly, remember that it’s not just about supporting Black people…

Support members of the LGBTQ community

Support other racially marginalized groups

Support individuals and families from low socioeconomic backgrounds

Support those with a form of mental or physical illness

Support women and children

Support families who have lost loved ones to police violence, regardless of background

Support those who are deeply hurting during this time.

WE CAN AND SHOULD DO BETTER.

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