I sit on the counter and I think…I’ve learned a lot.

I live in a house that defies the simple stereotype of the American dream.

From a crawling toddler to a walking running teen I AM TAUGHT that my race will always be inferior.

It doesn’t matter what we say nor do, the people with more fair skin or less melanin will always be listened to.

It doesn’t matter how fast modern rap artists spit out every injustice act that’s ever been performed the bullets that pierce fighting minds and crying hearts will come faster.

It doesn’t matter how many kneeling Kaepernick copies silently protest police brutality because twitter will always be standing they will always louder.

We want our voice to be heard. We don’t want to write it or tweet it or snap it.

We want to tell people how we think it should be. But we never dare we’re too scared I guess because the last person who had a dream…was shot. Every idea every speech every boycott every march every movement was blown out of a brave mind into hopeless shreds and to this day we dread the day we ever blinked an eye and had the audacity to say we are scared compared to the man that was willing to give his life for his own people.

That’s what I’ve learned.

I’ve been taught to “shhhhh” or you’ll be another Treyvon Martin, another man on the ground with his lungs being crushed by people who “protect” us so the only sound you hear is

“…I can’t breathe…”

Though breathless words they are spoken with power they are spoken with hope that maybe the fair skin less melanin cop will realize that they are killing their own people.

I sit on the counter and I think…I haven’t learned a thing.