I woke up this morning with this “poem” in my head:
I think because I like the food or the music, I understand. I don’t.
I think because I have that black friend or black college roommate, I understand. I don’t.
I can never fully understand.
But I will stand.
I will stand with you. And march with you and kneel with you.
And I will learn.
Feel comfortable talking about it and raising issues and solutions.