The shot rang out that said, “Stop the violence.” Domestic abuse sanctioned by the state and moralized by the church; cast the first stone if you’re not complicit in this crime.
See, I know I’m Rico Gray, I learned it from my dad. I watched my mom suffer a similar form of abuse, but more subtle. She didn’t internalize to the scapegoat victimhood that Jesus came to end so she never shot back, not even a glance that would offend.
We’re afraid of black women standing their ground; we’d rather lock them up and treat them like dogs in the pound. But if an old story never ends, a new one can’t begin. So I stand by Marissa because I need to know why the caged bird sings.
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Words: Matt Cumings
Image: Jim Kast-Keat
Music: Broke For Free
