The Time has Come

The calm, silent night was awaken by the door opening,

He stood in the door motionless

His face unrecognizable, undisturbed; emotionless

The thoughts began to race through my mind; why? Why again?

His somber look told a story no author could

It had been done. Done AGAIN.

For this was not the first time, nor the second, but weeks of this had gone on

Night after night I sit alone staring into the night, crying. Countless tears have been shed.

My two babies unaware; unaware of his whereabouts; unaware of my tears

All they hear is yelling; “Kill” “Black Boy” “All of them”

They hoped an end to the kayos was near. It must be done.

I must do something.