Canvas of the Mind

As tears hit the ground Syncopated rain drops mask The sounds of crying

Today marks eight years Since your Black life was taken Rest in perfect peace

We tried to resist To hold back our emotions They were just too strong

And then you were gone A void suddenly appeared Slowly opening

You were our brother We wanted to be like Just like “big brother”

You inspired us Whether or not you wanted We looked up to you

When I think of you I see a mirror image What I could have been

What would you teach him? What lessons would he learn first? What would fill his head?

Would you raise your son Alone, or with someone else? One who loves you both?

Or would you not budge? Would you cling to tradition Like so many have?