Letter from A Black Mother.

Dear America,

When my son was born, I saw all the great things he could be but his brown skin is the only thing you seemed to see. Fearful for his life, while growing up I warned him constantly not to wear a hood, not to wear a bandana and not to keep his hands in his pockets, and when he gets pulled over not to reach for everything. Don’t tell me all lives matter when my sons black life was always at risk. “You fit the description” is what I’d always say.

His skin is his worst distinguisher because melanin and foreign features are what makes us unique, the same kind of originality they strive to steal and make trends. The same uniqueness that made us perfect candidates for colonist to build off of with free labor and free sex, i mean rape that resulted in the child named America, or you. Culture is not a trend it's a livelihood, I know you admire the melanin that raised you, but you are not us and you prey on people like us, because you are and forever will be anti-color. It's these people you house that need to fill a prescription because their vision is clouded to see thugs, immigrants and terrorist because you’re the drug that they can't get enough of and addiction is real.

We look at each other and judge one another. Being brown, Latino, middle eastern and or black in America means you always have a target on your back. You are always a person of interest. No matter what you are stealing. No matter what we are uneducated and ghetto. American you are but you aren't american enough. Who decides that? You america, but you've become so accustomed to stealing what's ours you never thought twice when it came down to stealing my son.

Take a look at yourself and stop trying to intervene in other countries affairs when you are in shambles. If you say all lives matter, mean it and support black lives matter until everyone sings the same tune.

Signed,

A Black Mother