I woke up this morning and have not been able to stop from feeling miserable both in my soul and in my spirit after reading this news story. In response, the below came pouring out.

Every day, every absolute single day
I wake up and think it could be me
I see the news and weep
It could still be me

But I know
It is me
It is you
It is everyone who fears ‘it could be me’

It is not my clothes
It is not my walk
It is not the time of day
But it is me

I want change
I want solutions
I don’t care about policy
I don’t care about policing

They say punish the guilty
Punish the guilty
I wonder
How big would the prison be that could hold all of society

Its not a few
Its not a hundred
It is all consuming
I see the news and weep