in memory of mya

for all little black girls lost. i post this.

for those taken and those still missing. cuz it's summer and block parties are on every other block. this young girl, 9 years old, was kidnapped from a block party, raped, murdered and dumped in an alley in chicago.

for those whose lives are stolen but who go unnoticed by the media and larger society. for invisible boys and girls who get bloodied in the streets and their names never make it to the paper. for those who arent "important" enough to make the evening news.

ghetto crimes aint news ... another nigga gets shot in a drug deal gone wrong, another small child gets caught in some crossfire and their names are never uttered by the public. there is never a moment of silence or acknowledgement that they LIVED. that they were HUMAN BEINGS. instead, mainstream america wonders how anna nicole smith died.

this one's for mya. you can read the full story yourself and you should ... not cuz you want to feel bad or have a guilt trip but because of what her daddy says about her. they had just taken a road trip and mya was in LOVE with LIFE. god bless her and the fam.

what the world needs NOW!

you may wonder why i harp on this LOVE bizness so much ... sigh. well, i almost didn't write this blog. i almost let the lack of love i read in the newspaper, i see in my job, and i hear from our youth overwhelm me and take me down ... into a sinking black cloud of hopelessness.

where is the LOVE?!

so i read today ... that a vietnamese (not that it fucking matters) man in alabama tossed his four kids off of a bridge and sent them to their deaths ... the kids ages ranged from a few months old to 3 years ... they even showed a picture ... where is the love?

right beneath that little tidbit i read that the police arrested a woman (i am assuming she is white since they didn't mention ethnicity at all) because they discovered the dead bodies of four females in her house (?!!!) ranging in age from 5 years old to 18 ... where is the love?

i work with young people. this week ... one of my students is being put out of his aunt's house. his mama is in jail. his sister won't take him in. he has no job right now. he is about to be homeless. and he is in despair. no one wants to be homeless. he is 19 years old. where is the love?

my other student came in this week to tell me that she was raped. she is 20.

where is the love?