If you follow me on any of the social media, you know I am not ashamed to share my feelings about present day issues. After finding out that yet ANOTHER black man has been shot for no reason I sat on my bed numb. Last summer, we went through the SAME DAMN THING and this summer, here we are again! I can’t . . . Yes, I still love fashion and I will continue to take pretty picture and talk about clothes. However, today, I will use my platform to push the issue.

I’m black. I will always be black. I can’t stop being black even if I tried. I have a black brother, a black godson, and black men friends. I will probably marry a black man and probably birth a black baby. So when I see one of my black brothers shot by the VERY people who are supposed to protect us . . . I can’t. I just can’t talk about pretty clothes and plastered smiles. Not today. I can’t.

Originally posted on my Instagram:

“Woke up this morning, I prayed for myself, my family, and Alton Sterling‘s family. I asked God, “why?” but I got no reply. In the spirit, I know, there’s a BIG picture, but as a mere mortal, I can’t.

I look at my phone, hop on social media hoping to see pictures of pretty clothes, a meme to make me laugh, pictures of my family members on vacation and then … a picture of Philando Castile. In the middle of donuts, and friends at a concert, and a beautiful girl posting a beautiful selfie, I see death. I see destruction. I see sadness. I see confusion. I can’t …

Apparently, I didn’t think my generation would have to go through this. I thought, “those older people were hanged, massacred, mutilated, and pushed aside, just so that I could post pretty pictures of pretty clothes and go on vacations with my pretty friends.” Those people did enough. Those old people did enough, right? This isn’t supposed to be happening.

But … I can’t…

I can’t breathe …
I can’t ask for directions …
I can’t sell CDs …
I can’t walked down the street …
I can’t hold a sandwich …
I can’t drive with my family …
I can’t fight …
I can’t win …

What does this land want from us BLACK PEOPLE? What do you want? What DO YOU WANT!?! You want us to catch that ball, make those songs, braid your hair, and dance those dances. You want us to be quiet, stand over there, don’t come over here, and certainly don’t date your daughters. Well …

I can’t …

The spirit to fight and to ask questions has always been in us. Whether we have allies or enemies we will rise. Don’t talk to me if you haven’t posted a hashtag or watched that video or discussed it with your kids. Every little bit we do pushes I can’t … to I can. We can. No matter how many times you shoot us, we can. No matter how horrible the next president will be … we can. No matter how many excuses you give us … we can. And we will”