I Did It My Way [For Breonna Taylor]

I knew I couldn’t just go home, cook dinner, and watch tv. Not tonight. Not on the day that this amerikkkan phantom of justice, mocked, and then refused its succor to Breonna Taylor’s family, friends, boyfriend, loved ones, you, and me. I have to tell myself, —you can’t steal justice from Breonna. It is not yours to give. 

In order to stand, breathe, keep on keeping on, in order to keep moving forward, in order to not cut off my hands from the rage that courses through my body, I tell myself, you can’t steal justice from Breonna Taylor. You can’t steal justice from Us. 

So I pulled up to a protest for Breonna. I pulled up to a protest because I watched an autocratic trump say out loud what I only intuitively knew, that he has no plan of leaving office in January—regardless of whether or not he loses. I resisted for Breonna. I resisted and screamed for my Mama and my Sister, my Aunties, my Cousins, my Friends and Neighbors. 

Beep beep, the alarms goes off. Crunch crunch, I step on every crunchy leaf. Some relief. Crunch crunch, relief. Crunch crunch, relief. 

Chanting and car horns get louder as I get closer. I made a special sign for today, for Breonna. I put pretty hearts around Her name. “No Justice, for Breonna Taylor, No Peace!” 

(The Valley of Change)