I Wept Today
I wept today, coming home in the car, in the evening.
The darkness pressed in on all sides, and the bright evening lights fluttered and went damp.
All I could think of was, “They shot my son.”
And, for that brief period, alone in my car, I was consumed with grief.
I WAS Michael Brown’s mother.
I WAS Trayvon Martin’s mother.
I WAS Tamir Rice’s mother.
I WAS every mother of everyone who has been the victim of police and military violence, the mother of everyone, child or adult, who was killed.
And a void opened up inside me.
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