It's the second of June 2020

It’s the second of June 2020
As I open my phone I feel pain.
That little girl being beat by a police officer.
That man being murdered right in front of my eyes.
I don’t watch horror movies.
I don’t like to see pain.
I see you crying.
I tear up.
I see you hurt.
I feel pain in my heart.

It’s the second of June 2020
As I close my phone my world becomes brighter.
The window is open.
Today the sun is shining.
I go on walks.
I lie in the park.
I see you standing there.
I wonder how you feel.
I see you walk away.
I ask myself if you will heal.

It’s the second of June 2020
As I am more aware than ever of this privilege I have, with the color of my skin, the world seems darker.
My tears do not carry the same pain.
My tears are privileged.
My heart is hurting, but it does not carry the same scars.
My heart is privileged.

It’s the second of June 2020, and I want to be a better citizen in this world.