my country tis of thee...

He's dead.
No longer walking.
Breathing.
Laughing.
Learning.
Loving.
Living…

There’s a part of me that believes he’s in critical condition. In a hospital fighting for his life as we fight for his life but he’s not. His “battle” of being suspicious is over.
A war he lost.
A life gone.
Taken without cause or reason.  
Just stolen…

The bible tells us in John 10:10 the thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy.

The thief. 
Robber.
Burglar.
Bandit.
Crook.
Same person, one mission.
To abolish whatever purpose God has created for us.

Spirits have been broken.

For some their faith has been deterred.
Understanding has turned into a state of pandemonium.
Confusion.
BUT GOD…

I’ve learned in my walk that God’s children are always taken care of.

We may not see it yet but wrongs will be made right.
We’ve come together to write a wrong to show other how it feels to shed light on the invisible.
The unrecognized.
The pedestrians.
Only to discover that their heart beats to the same rhythm as ours.
Pumping the same consistency of blood.
Hell, we’re all the same color… turned inside out.
But we’re just tiny specs on the flower Horton decided to pick up.

Often unseen.

Behind skirts and blouses.
Hats and hoodies.

Sneakers and pumps.
Man, we’re people.

Just trying to co-exist.
In the same space.

life in america.

Joining hearts.

Minds.
Ideas.
Prayers.
Remembering…
he’s gone.
Never to return again.
Stolen…

Left unidentified.
On living green grass.
In a gated community.
With the access to enter.
The freedom to walk.
Cries for help unanswered.
Near concrete roads.
A bullet unloaded.
A life forever stolen…

Selah.

kelly rowland-stole