To Mike Brown’s parents,
our condolences.

Rest In Power
Michael Brown

The media says they are dropping the truth on us like it’s a case of bombs,

when in fact,
the bombs are still in the media’s hands.
They brought out a whole new war tool:
lies

that make your eyes burn,
falseness
that cuts off your oxygen.

White washed is the journalism
covering black revolution.

We all saw the news
colored hands reaching for the sky
don’t shoot.

Killed by a man whose job is to protect and serve
failed to serve
made no efforts to protect.

Excuses flood the why
people ask “why are you so angry?”
as if the askers don’t read
don’t see the “no, don’t shoot”
don’t see others not being treated like human beings.

As if being human is an error
an excuse for a trigger.

Let’s go back to the beginning,
the one we often seem to forget,
the one we keep in the past,
but keeps on repeating history itself.

Mike Brown is not the past.

He is now.
like
every
boy
and
girl
before
him.

Mike’s name in every mouth,
presente.

Hear our cry for justice
rain
down,
mend broken bonds
humanity’s hum
in our eardrums.

Society
can treat us
less than human.
To deal with pain, trauma, loss of life
you have to become
more than human.

We stand in solidarity with Mike Brown, his family and all of Ferguson.
May our noise,
our yells,
our protest of this inhumanity
be heard
from Tucson to Ferguson.

With love,
Tucson Youth Poetry Slam