Trauma
Trauma lives in each of our childhood cells
It haunts our many moves
We fight or we flight…but no more
We have love inside
Risk it all
Go deep in your soul
Heal these cells
A Journey of Soul Discovery
Trauma lives in each of our childhood cells
It haunts our many moves
We fight or we flight…but no more
We have love inside
Risk it all
Go deep in your soul
Heal these cells
Hunting us down like animals it’s gotten insane
You call us animals but who’s really untamed
Seems to me like you’re the one fanning the flames
You can only put so much water in a cup
But when the cup overflows things will erupt…
You say I’m violent but I refuse to be silent
You may have just awoken the sleeping giant
Zimmerman walks not held accountable
The odds of that happening were insurmountable
How in the hell was he not held accountable
African Methodist Episcopal Church
9 killed in cold blood
Oh’ let’s not forget the Katrina flood
Michael Brown was shot to death
Left on the ground uncovered during his last breath
Dontre Hamilton shot 14 times doesn’t seem logical to a normal mind
Eric Garner illegal choke hold we all knew how that would unfold (Not guilty)
John Crawford -Toy BB Gun it really hurts how that story was spun (Not guilty)
Ezell Ford – Mentally ill took shots to the back are you for real (Not guilty)
Akai Gurley -Killed in the staircase do you still want me to believe it’s not about race
Tamir Rice – Killed for a Toy – Am I supposed to walk around full of joy?
Jerame Reid – Passenger in a car don’t you think this has gone a little too far?
Eric Harris – 70 yr. old officer “mistook” his own gun for a Taser
Just when you think it couldn’t get any crazier
I could go on and list more names but sometimes I feel like it’s just too insane
So the next time you say a Black life doesn’t matter
I guess it doesn’t too you because you’ve never had to climb a broken ladder.
In memory of Ahumaud Arbery
© by Eric Little
Words fall silent from my lips, at this poignant moment of human intensity
As a burning orange orb glides slowly towards its end on the horizon
Touch is all I have for his atrophied, scared, ravaged body resting in front of me
Words seem frail and dumb at that second. My blood runs blue and my heart breaks red
Can my fingers reach his soul? Will he know the depths of gratitude I possess for his inestimable friendship?
Can the water from my eyes seep into his essence? Can he can feel my love for him?
A glowing white moon gently rises from the outer edge of eternity
And a divine bright red, pink and purple friendship forever colors our sky.
My dear friend Larry, left this earth on October 1, 2020 at 6:42 a.m.