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The Divided States of America

As a mom of a biracial 19 year old son who is just starting his path into adulthood, my intense worry for him has me in freeze mode sometimes. As a white woman watching what is happening, I could not imagine the pain, anger and sadness the black culture must be feeling. To be judged by the skin color you were born with is beyond what I can comprehend. I can not imagine how tired a black person must be from it all. Any human who isn’t seeing the devil making this world his playground is in serious denial. I don’t write this to claim an individual’s experience with racial injustice. I write this because all humans must start having more compassion with action. People shouldn’t only care when it affects them directly. People should care that it is happening to others too. I am so so sorry to everyone in the black community. I will pray and ask God what He wants me to do to be part of the solution. Much love to everyone.

Below are poems my son wrote. I hope his poems make us realize how overwhelming these times can be for the next generation.


Stefan Jones

I wrote these two poems to release my frustrations about the racial injustice in this country.

I don’t care if they make you uncomfortable.

You, myself, and everyone else needs to continue to acknowledge the systemic flaws and be proactive about initiating change and progression.

copyright Stefan Jones
copyright Stefan Jones

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