Four and a half hours your body laid there
flat on hot summer concrete untouched, unmoved,
not cared for. Your people in Ferguson started
crying and fighting back, fighting back and crying.
Dying harshly seems to be young Black men’s plight.
Death knows our name all too well. It’s either death
or jail and prison cells.
Your tragic story is all too commonplace in the thick of
the hate and inequality of the United States.
We are remembering you Michael. We are remembering
the lies, the pain, the struggle, the voices that followed
in those Ferguson streets. We have yet to find justice and
It’s been a year but it feels like yesterday that your death
sparked an uprising; a resistance; a movement; movement
building. Black Lives Matter is not yielding!
I’ve remembered you in marches since then in St. Louis,
New York, Illinois, and New Jersey. Marching with the
masses in what is a state of emergency.
We breathe the horrible air of American injustice that you
won’t ever again. We are fighting, igniting, engaging, and
conversing about race. We are taking over space after space
to be heard.
And the name Mike Brown sits proudly our tongues as we
fight and fight until we have won. Until we have won.
I am remembering you lost soldier who died with your hands
up in submission. Because of what happened to you, we are
making sure the world listens.
Copyright Christopher D. Sims
August 10th, 2015