Baby doing somersaults. Ava has her legs thrown across mine. Ian spread out on the other bed. Its 1:23 a.m. in an unfamiliar city in the height of black bodies being hung from trees and death by the hands of those sworn to protect. But this is not story from the fifties or a song by Billie Holiday. This is real life.
My fear is heightened for my husband and boys. For myself even. As if there were not enough to fear as a black woman. Even lady Ava is having nightmares. Its crazy to think that today could be the day someone kills me for the color of my skin. Someone is threatened because of my blackness.
I don’t know what to do. I was raised a Christian and spent most of my life teaching the church. I have endured things that no one should ever have to. But this is the icing on a shit cake.
They said the revolution will not be televised so if this is the prequel….
What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say.. what do I tell my children?