#weareferguson

[50shadesblack]

We are Ferguson. #ferguson #unitedwefight #blacklivesmatter #weareferguson

[tayaurelia]

Join US Today as we Peacefully Protest against Violence & Police Brutality!

[heroineheroine]

MORGAN STATE UNIVERSITY SUPPORTS MIKE BROWN . MORGAN STATE UNIVERSITY IS FERGUSON . MORGAN STATE UNIVERSITY FOR THE BLACK CAUSE. MORGAN STATE UNIVERSITY UNITES. I love my HBCU

[jonnybonny]

#weareferguson #MSUforferguson

[unicornholler-blog]

"I became convinced that noncooperation with evil is as much a moral obligation as is cooperation with good." ML King Jr.

[iamheartbreak]

{August 17, 2014} Standing Up Against Police Brutality. 

Yesterday, everyone at the 4th annual Quality Events Dallas vs K104 (KKDA-FM 104.5 Dallas) Back to School Charity Game stood in solidarity against police brutality. #DontShoot #WeAreFerguson #Dallas #BeTheChangeYouSeek #DontShootDallas

[unicornholler-blog]

SUMMER

I woke up today inside of the cupped hands of Coretta Scott King She is humming hymns on Sunday morning, her lipstick fitting finely inside the lines of liner, red She stares at me, smiling. She whispers “What would you like for breakfast?” I’ve always thought she was my mother In feathered hat The way she smiled even when sad, the way she held the hands of all the children She shifts me carefully to one hand so that she can make breakfast in jeans with shiny taupe flats and striped silk she walks me to the kitchen the wallpaper glows blue and yellow the ceiling has one fan, humming on low She tells me about her week, how nothing is sacred Do you know about desegregation, she asks? I nod. Do you know about adding ice to water? I laugh. She breaks the eggs with one hand. There is something rotting in her fridge, probably spring mix she has forgotten The drawers on the bottom always hide what you need We have this in common I am so glad There are riot police in Missouri that are a larger problem I had curled up on the sidewalk hoping to be eaten by birds Coretta Scott King scooped me up wearing a blue velvet sweatsuit On her morning power walk she gave me passage So tenderly I did not stir Amazing grace How sweet the sound She speaks to me between stanzas Did you ever think you would be here? No, I said. I was hoping for heaven. She smiled. I’ve been lonely, she said. All the chickens have flown. I needed a tiny daughter, she sang as she placed me on the sill I am still waking up. It takes me a long time to open. She shares water with me on the tip of her finger, a droplet like a tidal wave. She smoothes out my hair. It must be nice to be so small, she says. You know that you can’t go far. I know, I said. It is tiny. It is frozen. As she grinds the coffee I cover my ears with my hands carefully so she does not see There is nothing to do but turn on the kettle and wait So much must be done From the window I sing along with her, only I don’t know the words so I hum My real mother is a minister just like her real husband who died for our sins who died for our sins who died for our sins I ask her if she will be my mother, if she will sing and never put me in her pocket, if she will teach me how to clean the things and how to finesse She reminds me that I have a mother and asks me to call her Tell her you’re okay, she says. But it is Sunday morning, I say Oh, right, says Coretta Scott King. There is an eggshell the size of a dime that is my plate. She cups me to the table We sit across from one another Did you know you would always be okay, I ask? She nods. I believe in God. -Hope Hilton, 2014