bleed red

The Streets “We all bleed red.” They say in the protests on the streets. Those in the Black Lives Matter movement. Those protesting the killings of the black men, black women, black children. I watched the videos. Some I wish I could un-see, but I know to understand the horror, you have to see it. The blood that slowly seeped into Philando Castille’s white t-shirt as he laid dying at gunpoint for a broken taillight, or a wide set nose–it was red. The blood that stained the street…