I am writing this because that’s what is in my reach at the moment, what I am about to write won’t put a bullet proof vest on the next BLACK PERSON they are out to kill. It’s time for action, the 5k retweets a BLACK LIVES MATTER tweet gets should now be 5k people out on the streets to protect BLACK PEOPLE. How many more are we prepared to lose before we break the boundaries that protect the men in uniform, Men in uniform that took an oath to protect the people! How many of us are willing to take an oath to protect each other against the supposed guardians of the world.
Enough with the self-pity oh black child! This is not a statement for war, but a voice. A black child’s voice, a voice that they want to take away from us, put a pistol on my face, ask me to raise up my hand, I will do so, and I will rise up. Look you in the face and spit ‘BLACK LIVES MATTER’ to your bitter face. This is a voice for all the BLACK LIVES, the lives that couldn’t talk because they couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t breathe because the men in uniform decided to choke them because they are BLACK and BLACK to them is the synonym for crime and all the bad ish…
Dear BLACK CHILD, they will make you think they are superior, they have crowns and you are a slave, but no! You are a beautiful black child; the future in front of you is bright. You my brother, my sister are a winner. We stay winning, we are born-slayers don’t let them convince you any different. My sister you are a QUEEN and you my brother are a KING. UNLIKE them you don’t have to shed blood to prove a point, to prove you are a born ruler of your own kingdom. Uniquely made we are conquerors. Be the voice of the next compromised BLACK BROTHER OR SISTER. Shout BLACK LIVES MATTER till their ear-plugs can’t take the pressure.
Don’t just tweet or Facebook it, live it and protect each other oh sweet Black Child. See yourself in the next BLACK person, that way we will be one. They fought for freedom, freedom was granted but never taken, let’s unite and be one big hand so we can finally take the freedom. Let me see strength and confidence when I look at you. You see fellow black child I love you wherever you are. It don’t matter how many miles you are away from me, just know I got you fam! And most importantly GOD got us so we cool.
By Rawlings Khoza (Blog – Rowling’s Diary)
Rawlings Khoza is a young man from a small but active village of Magorho then and now Tiyani. From a young age, Rawlings has always been into literature. Rawlings only started writing his own material in the year 2011, at age 13. But the love, passion and interest for literature started from as early as age 10. He would read, memorize and recite poems from
