Nia Wilson

Nia Wilson

We all sat and watched

No audio needed but I can only imagine

The pure terror

No one said all Angel’s have peaceful transition

Martyrs are not always willing participants

Our women

Daughter’s

Grand daughter’s

Sisters, mothers, grandmothers

Can you see the terror of the screen

Although the sound is absent you still hear

The screams

Notice how no one came to their aid

The hate from a man the world deems

Mentally unfit

And the perpetrator is white

“Aww that poor boy was just sick”

Reverse the narrative and you know what you get

This young woman is now my ancestor

Held in my head with the highest regard

For it’s a reminder placed next to so many thousand others

That my moral fabric is scared

We watch this happen in our faces

And they tell us exactly who they think we are

Not a human being in need of justice

But another N-I-G-G-E-R

Although the sentence was was reached

Was justice truly served

Guess that depends on what you feel is justified from taking Nia from this Earth

This is for the young lady who was cut down in her youth

For a soul that watches over us from beyond the stars

For the family that carries this weight daily

Just know that your pain is also ours

I wish I could speak of a woman that accomplished great heights

But I can’t ever get rid of the families faces I seen on the news that night

This is to my ancestor Nia Wilson

Yet younger than me she may be

Because if they let a atrocity like this happen to this teenage girl

What you think they’ll let happen to me

Anyone with eyes can see

But the blind watch the news everyday

And no matter how much we march

We can’t take this hatred away

So in the attempt to honor her we still say her name

Because if was my daughters that went through this on that platform

I’d want you to do the same