Poetry About Black Lives Matter

Names move through the gathered crowd. Cardboard signs darken under summer rain. A chant travels block after block. Grief refuses the quiet assigned to it. Justice is spoken as a present obligation. Every living name deserves a future tense.

Nothing here is only what it seems. Cardboard signs darken under summer rain. A quieter history moves underneath. Grief refuses the quiet assigned to it. The patient eye discovers another current. Every living name deserves a future tense.

Names move through the gathered crowd. Time moves, but the image does not leave. A chant travels block after block. It returns us to racial justice, public grief, protest, solidarity, accountability, and the demand that Black life be valued. Justice is spoken as a present obligation. The day continues with a more attentive heart.