I hurt again

I hurt again.

I’m hurt because again someone I loved, cared about, and that is my cousin was taken away from me.
I ‘m hurt because his mother, brother, uncle, father, grandmother, cousins are hurt.
I’m hurt because my friends saw the killing, and will remember for the rest of their lives my cousin fallen to his knees helpless as he is dying in my friends hands.
I’m hurt because my cousin became another victim on Black on Black violence.
I’m hurt because my cousin becomes a number, an unknown man in Berkeley get killed in San Rafel.
I’m hurt because our black men have nothing to live for when there aren’t a lot of opportunities for them when then get out of prison.
I’m hurt because too many black men are dying and 1.4 million black men have been in jail.
I’m hurt because when I heard the news of is death I couldn’t cry because I am so use to someone dying at home.
I’m hurt because I wish I was there to protect my cousin.
I’m hurt because I am crying as I am writing this letter
I’m hurt because I know this letter I am writing aren’t going to the people I want it to go to
I’m hurt for every single person who has lost a loved one.
I ‘m hurt because I know as a community we can uplift each other from the mental HIV/ AIDS disease that is killing each other
I’m hurt because someone took a friend, cousin, brother, son, grandson away form us.
I’m not worried because I know that God has great things in store for us, and I love him and I BELIEVE in him and I will never question his purpose in life.

PS, this is an open letter to are young black men who are killing each other. We are becoming extinct and we will never make a change if we don’t stop the killing!