Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

I Wept Today (Ferguson, Missouri)

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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