It’s too much
Too many deaths
Too much grief
Too many excuses
Not enough answers!
Why Black folks don’t survive police
Why Dylan Roof gets a hamburger
Why vigilantes get a pass
Why Black folks get dead.
Too many lynchings caught on video
Too many police and DA coverups
Too seldom does justice prevail.
Too often killers walk free.
Too young do our children die
Too many believing they’ll never grow old
Too many empty seats at family tables
Each birthday—a time for mourning.
Too many empty promises
Too quick to say “Let’s move on.”
Too often—“Now’s not the right time
Still hearing, “We need more time.”
Damn, it’s been 400 years!
Too slow comes justice
Freedom can’t come too soon
Too late to turn back the clock
We’ve come too far to turn back.
Still too easy to white wash murder
Oh so hard to forgive
Grief, rage boil inside
So exhausting to hold it in check.
How much longer must we protest?
How many more kings must fall?
Before those who sleep, awaken?
Before the righteous rise again?
Violence lurks in the shadows
Never can we totally forget
Sometimes the wailing’s just too much.
Too many times, the pain–just too much.
But never,
Never,
Never, never
Never
Can there be too much Love.
The circle’s too small?
Let’s widen it.
The burden too heavy?
Let’s share it.
The way through lost
Together, we’ll find it.
Walls too high between us?
Stone by stone
We dismantle it.
Too much to overcome?
We start where we are.
When to begin?
Here and now.
Sometimes it all feels like just too much
Sometimes it is too much
But there can never,
Never, never
Never, never
Be too much Love.
L-O-V-E…..
Eisha A. Mason
June, 2020
