She walk a long and narrow road,
Not to disrupt the evolutionary
rhythm of nature,
Not to catch eye from the police.
Head up, shoulders back,
She held herself together.
No weakness graced her face,
Not a tear escaped her eyes.
Forward, with the hand of
The Lord Almighty,
Without a breath to
Lose, She made it home,
In Honor of Mr George Floyd, and all Black Lives lost to police brutality!Nova Namastè
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza