A poem for Michael Brown

[SaveOurDemocracy]

1. Vivid and heartwrenching.

As a white woman and mother, I can only imagine the fears a black mother feels when a precious boy child is placed in her loving embrace. The fears for his future and his safety every time he leaves her side as he grows and becomes independent.

My love, sorrow and respect to all the beautiful black mothers of all the beautiful black sons, some of whom, the statistics tell us, they will bury before their time.