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…

The Way…

DAYS BEHIND ME…

LIMITLESS

Some moments blend in with the thoughts of Today.

Remembering times before the unrest-

Still issues buried, for, most struggles where none outside of Self…

Socially-

Things have changed where the hidden have no shade to duck away from.

Now you can’t take your eyes from the proof…

Things have to Change!

-as they should to perpetuate growth, change is a constant.

A daily envelope of Hope sent to give notice;

Yesterday is a page to be read.

Learn from words written upon its bruised pages…

LEARN from the Days before to rightly build the path through Today.

WE,

Must find our Way…

We Must find a way…

#XGENSTANDUP

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

LIMITLESS

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…

LIMITLESS

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

LIMITLESS

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