I can believe the covert narrative of lynched black bodies.
I can believe the coward assassinators on roof tops far from sight.
I can believe the angry mobs hiding under white hoods.
I can believe drunk bigots raiding homes at night, burning crosses and terrorizing our families.
I can believe the racists who occupy privileged seats of power and legislate laws behind closed doors to systemically disenfranchise, criminalize and annihilate black people.
But I cannot believe the public, overt and unapologetic massacre of black bodies.
We are watching
Live streams capture Ferguson police shoot an unarmed black boy named Mike Brown;
His corpse shamefully laid in the street for 4.5 hours.
We are watching
Videos recording the NY police illegally applying a chokehold on Eric Garner;
He pleaded for his life screaming, “I can’t Breath.”
We are watching
Broadcasting of a terrorized unarmed Trayvonn Martin before he was killed by neighborhood watchman George Zimmerman;
Skittles and tea outlined his dead wet black body.
We are watching
Footage rolling while rookie police instantly kill a 12 year old black boy, Tamir Rice;
He was playing outdoors when trigger-happy police decided it was game-over
We are watching
Cell phone cameras recording the LA police killing peacemaker Oscar Grant at the crowded and public Fruitvale train station;
It was New Years Eve, but the countdown ended his life.
We are watching
Pictures snapping unarmed Sean Bell who was murdered by police on the night of his batchelor party and on the night before his wedding;
Smiles captured his new beginnings but sad cries mourned his brutal death
We are watching
History books and current narratives document spectacles of white people smiling while hanging black bodies like strange fruit from poplar trees;
History repeats itself with new voices for old fights requiring new revolutions
We are watching
Black bodies die
and white murdering racists go free
We are watching
Cameras rolling
Videos going viral
Social Media handles and hashtags trending
Conversations recording
and revolutions brewing
We are watching
We are posting
We are tweeting
We are writing
We are preaching
We are protesting
We are praying
We are voting
We are resisting
Our eyes are watching God
Their eyes are watching blundered black bodies
We are watching
But we are still unseen
We are watching
until we are seen
We are watching
until there is justice
We are watching
until black bodies matter
We are watching
until the revolution is televised
We are awake, and
We are watching
We are watching
We are watching
