Silence

One day.
One day a child.
One day a child in Chicago…
One day a child in Chicago will not fear the streets that birthed him.
One day a child in Chicago will not hope for his 18th birthday but will dwell in its certainty.
One day a child in Chicago will no longer orchestrate a war zone with spray cans.
One day a child in Chicago will be taught dignity, pride and honor in the classroom or the living room instead of the backroom of a closed down store front.
One day a child in Chicago will be able to call this city his home and not his prison.
One day a child in Chicago will hope to look into the eyes of his father instead of merely grasping his memory through a ripped photograph.
Today.
Today is not that day.
Today is not that day in Chicago.
Today a child in Chicago will be shot, beat, humiliated.
Today a child in Chicago will wonder what law he broke placing him within the prison of these city limits.
Today a child in Chicago will cry out to a god that he knows simply forgot about this city just to release the anger of generations built up in his heart.
Today a child in Chicago will be suspended for failing to do homework he was never taught to do in the first place.
Today a child in Chicago will become a man: wielding the tool of his father, carrying the burden of his family, risking his life for his brothers.
Today this child in Chicago shot a child in Chicago.
And today the world keeps turning.
And today the world keeps turning with nothing to say except the whispers of: oh, that’s just how some children are meant to play.

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