My soul weeps and cries out why? Why Lord, why? Are we not your children too?
Until every child is safe, we have not overcome. Until every Black mother or father no longer has to have “the talk” with their black sons, we have not overcome.
My soul weeps and cries out why? Why, Lord, why? Are we not your children too?
What is it about this black skin that intimidates? Frightens? Disgusts? Why, Lord, why? Are we not your children too?
Until every black life matters. Until black men can walk safely. Drive safely. Love safely. We have not overcome.
My soul weeps and cries out. Why, Lord, why? Are we not your children too?
My soul weeps.