In Remembrance of George Floyd
As a child, I read fairytales,
believed enduring wrongs and injustice
would always be rewarded if patient, if good.
I never imagined fear
of jaywalking; eyes watching me
because the color of my skin.
Never imagined my voice
raised in impatience, in anger
could land me in jail.
Never imagined parking on a side street,
looking at a map or talking on my cell,
could rally police to my car door.
Never imagined the day I shoplifted
as a child, lip gloss too tempting,
could be a death warrant.
My prayers often seem fickle,
sometimes skipped in favor of a good book,
nightly devotional postponed.
Today, reflect some can't afford to be frivolous
where hopes hang upon Words of salvation -
lives more Grimm than I can imagine;
a bit like Red Riding Hood,
stalked unknowingly, wolf disguised
as refuge, but waiting to devour.
* * *
A grown man calls out, "Mama!"
before twenty dollars and a knee
takes his breath away -
"protector of the peace" the villain.
Floyd's voice (now) the protestors
demanding justice as they've been robbed
of Happily Ever After.
by Margaret Bednar, June 1, 2020
This is linked with Poets and Storytellers United - Writers Pantry #22 - Onward, June"
Not my strongest write - it doesn't do this tragedy justice, but I felt I needed to write something.