Writing feather, immersed by an unknown ink- blue or beige, saturating our mind and its pages or even black, in the name of gain or loss, you lack! You are a constant reminder of a painful past… And a bright future; that is why we are watching our backs. If the change your prophets were going to see [in visions] was going to be now, as we decide to speak about… Speaking out, we will all be positioned to profit from what was going to come; their prophecies will not be hacked. Black men, there is no need to show that we are indeed humans; we come from mothers and have sisters to love and protect. Young men, they are being gunned down, that ought to look up! You became another number enforcing their statistics.
When will this stop?
Picture by Cameron Zegers.