Michael Brown. I see you. I am holding your life in my memory. We never met, but I know you. You were my grandfather, my father, my uncle, my cousin, my brother, my son. You are the dark shadow swinging from the limb. You are the unnamed bones at the bottom of the river. You are the millions of forgotten names. Your tragedy has shaken awake my complacent spirit: the spirit that whispered "rest, someone else will fight." I am awake. I will fight, push forward, and stand. Because you are my grandfather, my father, my uncle, my cousin, my brother, and my son. You are my responsibility and part of my story. I see you. I am awake. May you rest in peace.
These are my thoughts, yo.