Still I see no changes...

I was going to post a different entry tonight. Something that I wrote earlier today about my personal life. However, tonight it just didn't feel right.

I have been watching everything going on in Baltimore after the death of Freddy Gray. Another black man dead at the hands of police officers. It hurts. It's hurts every time. I see the pain in his family's eyes. That's real pain. A pain that we are feeling far too often.

I remember not too many years ago when I sat at my boy's funeral who had been killed by police bullets. I remember how I felt when those cops were given temporary leave with pay, no other consequences. I remember seeing his father cry at the casket and his baby girl asking where her daddy was. I felt helpless.

I feel helpless now. I wish there was an easy answer as to what we should do as a people. I don't know. How do we change the hearts of men? We say, know, and believe that black lives matter, but some people, in positions of authority, clearly don't agree. It's painful, it's frustrating. This is a fight that has been going on far before our generation became the victims and it does not seem to be getting any better.

I guess all that I can do tonight is hope and pray that things get better. Truthfully, I'm tired of hoping and praying and wishing for justice. I'm tired of our lives being undervalued. I'm tired of seeing new hashtags and t-shirts every month. I wish that I had a solution, a way to make a real change. Unfortunately, tonight I don't. I don't know how to change the hearts of men. I just pray that everybody stays safe. Nothing positive will come from another loss.