Why is it that I cannot sleep well at night? Is it the fact that I have to worry about my sons’ walking to the store to get a Arizona and Skittles. Why is it that I have to worry about my daughters’ walking to the playground to swing on the monkey bars? Is it the fact that they are not safe walking these streets. Why is it that we cannot protest in peace. Is it that authorities will think that we are there to be hostile. Why is it that now that my son has his driver’s license I fear him driving? Is it because he may be pulled over for a right tail light being out but his life is in danger. Why is it that my sons’ can be shot for putting their hands up “don’t shoot”? Is it because that’s what is being done. Why is it that my son cannot play with a plastic red tip gun? Is it because he will be shot without any warnings or questions. Why is it that my sons’ cannot wear a hoodie in local restaurants without being harrased ny authorities? Is it because they (we) look intimidating. Why is that we cannot go to a place of worship and get our blessings in peace. Is it because there may be a gunman waiting outside. Why is it that our sons’ cannot carry a book in hopes of making it home to read it. Is it because a cop will say it was a gun and shoot him dead. Why is it that we cannot trust our children going to school to learn. Is it because we have to fear what the “trusted” educators may do. Why is it that another son, daughter, uncle, aunt, father, mother, brother, sister, cousin or friend cannot LIVE in peace? Is it because of our melanin…our skin…our history or is it just because it’s us.