As you raise your Confederate flag,
you insist that racism is dead;
you shot it with your handgun
while its hands were raised in the air.
You fired mercilessly as it screamed,
“I can’t breathe!”
You tell the black community
to “get over slavery,”
as if you can erase the suffering
of generations with words.
There are a few words that might help:
“Let’s make change.”
“Your life matters.”
Edited by Melissa Brooks