This post is difficult for me right now. For those who don't know, I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri. I came here when I was around thirteen and graduated from High School all in St. Louis. So, to hear, and be very close to the tragic event...murder, of a young boy Mike Brown in my hometown, that is occurring right now has me at a loss for words. Truly, it has me in a state of sadness, anger, frustration, grief, and tiredness.
Ferguson, Missouri. It is an area I grew up around and constantly, back in high school, traveled through. I shopped there (The Clock Tower, Walmart, Sams, Shoe Carnival, etc). I have friends that lived (still live) there. I'm still not that far away from Ferguson. I'm in tears over this and it has me at a loss. Racist remarks are being spewed around people I know because of this. Fear is thriving. I have so many thoughts going on about this but, I'm choosing to keep my words simple here. I've been posting on FB articles, and keeping a watch on everything going on. This has definitely affected my life and what I planned to do with my writing. Sin Eaters is grounded in St. Louis and grounded in fighting against harm, evil, wrong doings, and this all has me thinking about it heavy.
August 10 through the 13th (and still going) 2014, will forever be etched in St. Louis history. We have been tired for a very long time, and something needs to be done, so something like this, the loss of Mike Brown, the loss of Renisha McBride, Trayvon Martin, and countless others, can never be allowed or accepted again. Hear me when I say that this is not about looting, or opportunists using this young man's death for their gain. They aren't gaining a darn thing. This is deeper than that, please understand.
Please pray for the family of Mike Brown, for my city, for Ferguson and the people fighting against injustice. Something has to change. My city as a whole has to change.
I sum this up in leaving a poem I wrote about Trayvon Martin's death (and posted on my blog) and with a quote I heard from my local news:
"We're scared, and now you're scared."
No More by Kai Leakes (Written July 16,2013)
It seems as if change has come,
With the remaining echoes of protests and rallies past,
Now long gone.
To battle and bleed for rights that refused to fall into foundation for our cause.
The night encumbers and snatches us whole.
As the past so shall it was,
Has now become our is.
The cadence of an ungodly force knocks us back,
To see the faces of those who have fallen for the rights of us all.
The faces of our ancestors,
Like decoration in trees.
It sparks a flaming reminder.
Those strange fruit,
Whose necks were clasped by the hands of enemies that point their barrel at us still.
The pulse is harsh,
Menacing and cold,
But in its force,
The bullet stops and falls at the feet of those intended to fall.
No more is shouted from the echoes of our ancestor’s cries.
We stand our ground without holding a weapon,
Or using our hands,
And watch our enemy fall.
You attack us and try to end us.
But as you target,
And stalk us,
We only grow strong.
What is called our weakness,
Is only what will be your karma as we yell,
You will never take from us again.