MY TRIBUTE TO BREONNA *TAYLOR* JUSTICE FOR BREONNA TAYLOR! SAY HER NAME BREONNA *TAYLOR*

WHAT WAS TAKEN…

E. LIMITLESS TAYLOR III

WHAT WAS TAKEN?

A life shining future brightening love enlightening friendships everlasting in sweet memories of times better…

I wish I had the time to meet you-

To answer the question, “is every Taylor Family?”

This one had to be…

Her smile captured for a moment remind me of how bright this World could be…

Because of laziness you where taken from-

US

Why? Is the question followed by how could this happen I ask when I see the State responsible…

KENTUCKY has now taken 2 from me one 17 left to hang on a tree,

“If you’ve forgotten Kentucky, her NAME WAS LUCY!”

Now, hundreds of years later, again tragedy strikes kin…

Breonna, I wept when I heard the news, but the blow didn’t resonate until the Face was placed on the news next to her 1st and last Name, “TAYLOR”…

My heart fell deeper, sinking into dispare…

Left with one question, “Does anybody care..?”

So unfair are the emotions left to wrestle with while…

The unanswered Question of, how could this have happened…?

Goes ignored.

Senseless wounds I carry;

Senless kills are buried in pain waiting on the answer to this question,

“When will it all change?”

CAPRI DIEM!

MAKE EVERYDAY BETTER THAN YESTERDAY BY STARTING TODAY!

WE MUST CHANGE…

Being the Son of a War veteran I see Close and Personal the effects and trauma brought back from the Hell that is War… Too ALL Soldiers serving & have served to fight for God, Family Friends, and Country… Thank You.

THE DIFFERENCE

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I want too ask…

I want to hear the nightmares you hold under lock and key…

But-

Too ask would mean your worst nightmare’s revisited…

The Sorrows of a War Veteran may never be heard-

BUT,

They are felt everyday pain from wounds deeper than bone marrow;

So I remain silent-

Question’s in my mind surrcome to violence felt decades old.

I wish for the healing of damaged Souls told to Fight.

Sworn to defend Family, Friend, & Country…

They’re Different now…

If shown or hidden from vision WE feel you.

I would go into what I think you have seen-

I halt my advances of Questions & Concerns when I realized the Burns on memory.

I realize my questioning is bringing Salt to wound,

So silent I stay…

But I can’t help to notice the DIFFERENCE between the civilian peace I enjoy at the expense of the horror of being deployed.

WARZONE-

A domain I hope I never see,

But it seems War takes many forms on many fronts.

Calling All Soldiers to action.

I pray the heeling of the souls broken in Fractions…

Ought, should, or need to do something-

TOO WANT…

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It haunts the thoughts

– Probing…

Searching for that small ledge to gain ground in the mind.

Gradually,

It Sparks!

The 1st stage of ambition-

The Desire to obtain what some would label impossible

– I’m possibly closing in on that light in the distance.

Overcoming the cold darkness of purposeless existence…

This WANT has gained a rooted hold upon the field of Dreaming of abundance where needs are met at a simple whim…

This WANT for harmony amongst this World we HAVE TOO coexist beyond Hatred…

I WANT,

What you want…

Too LIVE…

OUR TIME HAS COME..!

#XGENSTANDUP

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Mind ascending to a higher gaze overlooking the way things are pertraded.

Media feeding frenzy searching to cause scoop envy.

So…

They record from ground floor each micro Win or loss-

Even the elderly get tossed aside like crumpled Wisdom written on a forsaken page-

WHY?!!!

This isn’t who WE are-

These small pockets of offensive are out shined by the diversity in the crowd of Multiple Generations rising up as one VOICE…

For the first time in this Planets Life time we have an intersection connecting Generational lines.

A generation once forsaken now takes Center stage…

The LOUDEST VOICES OF FRUSTRATED RAGE!!!

#XGENSTANDUP

#ENOUGHISENOUGH #XGENSTANDUP

FRUSTRATED!!!

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Comments on the table hidden no longer holding this in attitude perceived taken as threatening…

PLEASE…

I aint got time,

Or,

The Energy to dance this waltz of immaturity-

But-

I-

can’t speak my-

mind?

Too aggressive attitude depresses to make your insults more comfortable…

Anyway-

Progressing past their mist trust of their outside world doesn’t have to project its darkness into my bright future.

Today-

Arises New.

So I live and learn accepting the adjustments needed.

Still I refuse to satisfy your ego binges-

I move on…

REBUILD THE HOPE THAT ONCE CLINCHED EVERY HEART… THE HOPE FOR PEACE; A HOPE IN A LAND WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE. Realized by those who put the work IN TOO BUILD SOMETHING NEW OUT OF ASHES AND RUBBLE…

BUILDING TOWARDS THE NEW

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Mericles happen-

They are happening Daily frustrations are pinned against Faithful Hope

Stating-

Staining eternity with the desires of the righteous heart

Beating with an everglowing fire

This divine desire to see hope restored in the eyes looking towards a new Today…

#XGENSTANDUP

BE SAFE, CAUTIOUS, & AWARE. THE CORONA VIRUS HAS HIT SEATTLE and parts of Neighboring Cities. Gaurd your self as well as others around you. BE Safe and Healthy My Prayers are with and for you all 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

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ONE in the SAME VALUE

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WE…

Are the remnants of past Lives seed sown with Hope’s for future-

Our hearts quote the notes spoken to the winds of time…

Realize we all hold the Hope’s of those seeking a better Today with the goal of Tomorrow’s promises..,

Unfulfilled.

Never count the price of breath cheaply…

See every effort you take as a payment mandate owed to those who came before;

Laying the foundation for you…

Realize your true Value,

And if your Life has even a sample of good to give!

Count every breath a priceless exchange changing hands from Generation to Generation.

Let those Voices, those roots feeding every Tree bloom, singing to the Birth of-

Family…

Digging through my Ancestry my Mother found our 1st ancestor of African Origins. She was a Slave of a Plantation owner in Kentucky USA in the 1800’s. I feel her Story must be told… Far from a tail full of Joy, hers is one of many with a tragic ending… I Feel a wanting to know more of 17 year old ‘Lucy’…

THIS is My History:

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Recognize this pain felt Generations ago…

Empty memories lost in the Blackwhole of my Soul.

A Truth to this mystery,

footsteps laid by a 17 year old taken cheaply,

Simply reasoned, “I OWN YOU…”

This question I would ask of you dear Lucy…

“What Standard did you live by..?’

‘To take action against your rapest, knowing you would Hang for this..?”

I wish I knew of the self respect born into you that would take back what was taken…

She Died to pay the price of this dignity…

You paid for Me…

Lucy…😰

1846 KILLING OF WILLIAM HAMILTON BY SLAVE LUCY IN MEADE CO KY

1846 KILLING OF WILLIAM HAMILTON BY SLAVE LUCY IN MEADE COUNTY KENTUCKY.

FROM — “Early Times in Meade County, Kentucky,” by George L. Ridenour, pp76 – 78:

Tuesday, November 3, 1846, Lucy and Peter of color, the property of Lewis Hamilton were indicted for murder. William Hamilton, the young master of Lucy, came to his death at the hands of Lucy, being stabbed with a butcher knife. On the day after the indictment was returned Peter was discharged. Thursday, Lucy was brought from the jail and a jury was empaneled. After hearing the evidence Henry P. Byrum, a juror, withdrew and the jury was discharged. John L. Helm was appointed by the court to defend the slaves and the court ordered Lewis Hamilton, the owner to pay the attorney $10.

May 4, 1847, Lucy, who plead not guilt, “put herself upon God and her country” and was found guilty of murder by the jury. On Friday of that term of court upon Lucy’s “suggestion and it appearing to the satisfaction of the court” all further proceedings in the prosecution were suspended. John L. Helm acknowledged a $30 fee which the court had ordered Lewis L. Hamilton to pay. At the August term of the court Further proceeding in this case was postponed “on account of the tender age of the child, and with a view of not endangering its life.”

Hon. A. H. Churchchill was judge and William Alexander was prosecuting attorney. In 1847 Judge Churchill, rather than pass sentence upon Lucy resigned his office and Governor Owsley appointed Samuel Carpenter in his stead. May 1, 1848, the sentence of the court was that “Lucy, a slave, on June first next between the hours of nine o’clock in the morning and three o’clock i the evening that the sheriff take the said prisoner into his custody and take her to a gallows previously erected on some public road leading from the town of Brandenburg not nearer than one-half mile and to farther than three miles from the said town and then and there hang her by the neck of her body until she be dead and the Lord have mercy on her soul. A copy of this order and sentence certified by the clerk of this court shall be sufficient warrant to the Sheriff. The court fixed Lucy’s value at $500 and ordered that “upon this sentence being executed that Lewis Hamilton be allowed $500 from the treasury of the State of Kentucky. Thomas J. Gough, sheriff, and Leonard P. Buckman, acting deputy sheriff, carried out the sentence as directed by the court. Lucy had been kept in the old jail – a log structure – on East Hill. Thomas Mills was the jailer at the time. His wife, “Aunt Peggy,” dressed the negress for the scaffold and assisted her to the ox cart, where she was seated upon the coffin in which she was to be buried. The place of the execution was by the old State road on the farm later owned by William Saunders. (William Saunders was the brother of my great grandmother Mary Walker Saunders Shacklett and was married to Aunt Sophie Saunders – who was a Shacklett!) Lucy carried her small child – born in the jail – in her arms on the slow ride to the place of the hanging. A black jack oak served as a gallows. Several thousand people witnessed the execution. Slaved owners for miles around brought their slaves to show them what would happen if they killed their masters. When the offices with Lucy in custody came to the tree, the child was taken from Lucy’s arms, the noose was adjusted and the rope made fast to a large limb and the oxen driven away. Thus the sentence of the court was carried out. The place near the present town limits on the farm now owned by Henry J. Allen is pointed out as the place where Lucy was hanged. This incident and a slave woman’s death from a severe whipping near the present town of Irvington were made use of by abolitionists throughout the country. In the anti-slavery agitation Lucy’s execution assumed national