A/N: (Repost.) My black life matters. Your black life matters (if you are black). Black lives matter. All lives can't matter until black lives matter. As a black girl with black brothers, black sisters and black parents, I fear that every day they leave the house that they won't make it back home. Every time I see a police officer, I get scared. I get nervous. My thoughts go all over the place. When my dad goes to work, I fear that he's gonna get pulled over and be brutally beaten or murdered for just being black. When my older brothers go out, I fear that they won't make back home to their kids. When my mom goes to work, I fear that she'll never make it home. When my sisters go out, I fear that they'll get stopped and murdered. When my baby brothers go out, I have so much fear in my heart because they're the sweetest boys ever and wouldn't harm anyone. But that's not the way they're seen.
You have to understand that black people are tired. So emotionally, physically and mentally drained from shit like this. Being black is having your day absolutely shattered from seeing someone who looks like you have their neck being crushed by a police officer. Being black is always being a fucking joke to people. Being black is always sticking up for others, but having no one sticking up for you at the end of the day.
The protest were peaceful until people that were just there to cause chaos started looting. Even though all that shit can be replaced in one day, people are looking at the black lives matter movement as something it's not. We just want change. We want our kids and the kids of our kids to be able to be comfortable in their skin and be comfortable walking down the street without having to worry about if their blackness is gonna get them killed. We want to be treated like humans.
#RIPAhmaudArbery
Your POV
"Mommy, can I go on a run with you?" Bella asked just wanting to get out of the house.
"Sure, baby. Go change into something to run in," I told her and kissed her forehead. She went upstairs, changed and came back down.
"You just had to match with me?" I asked her and she nodded cutely.
"Come on, princess," I put my phone in my pocket. I had water in my Camelbak. I decided to leave my headphones in the house because I had Isabella with me.
"Mani, Isabella and I are going for a run," I said as I walked into the living room. I gave her a kiss and quickly pecked my sleeping boys cheeks.
"Be safe. I love you," she said softly.
"I love you more," I replied.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Where is my kiss?" she asked Bella, who giggled and went to kiss her check.
"I love you," Normani told her and Bella smiled.
"I love you more," Bella replied. We left the house and I decided to only do two miles because Bella would start complaining.
"How has therapy been going, mommy?" she asked.
"Surprising well," I replied as she grabbed my hand to hold.
"That's good. I'm very proud of you, mommy. I know you didn't really like the idea of it," she replied making me feel like I was doing something right.
"I'm happy that I made you proud. I'm very proud of you also," I told her and she blushed. We walked and talked about everything imaginable. The walk had me feeling strange as if someone was following us.
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"Mommy, those men are following us in that blue truck," Bella said and I nodded.
"Let's turn around and head home before anything happens," I said. Bella and I walked hand in hand as we walked back home. The car drove down the street and quickly turned around.
