I’ve been color blind for so long. It’s not because I wanted to avoid what was going on but the fact I loved everyone equally. Reality has been sinking in. Color has been moving our society before I was born. The  harsh reality that we’re scared to walk out of the house. Even sitting in your home can be an issue.

The scariest part how far we should’ve moved. We’re captive in a time where no one’s voice will be heard. Only person that can speak for me is the color privileged. The one’s I grew up with that are still till this day look at as my brother’s and sister’s. How much do you love me? Will you take a stand for me?

I had to learn the hard way a silent voice was no better than the war against us. It was a regular Saturday I went to Yoga in the morning, ran some errands, and kicked my feet up for the rest of the day. My little brother called me and said that he needed a ride to a party. I didn’t want to take him but, being the best sister in the world I did.

Now as I’m driving I get a call. “Markisa I’ve been pulled over!” (Time stopped for a second, what am I to do?) “Where are you? I’m on my way.” Hurry it’s more than one cop car. Had this been 2004 I wouldn’t have been as worried. It’s 2016 I’m shaking and trying to get to his location to make sure everything was ok.

This is my Twin we’re talking about my womb mate. What if I get there and they think I have a gun on me? What if I get there, go live on Facebook, and the worst happen? I started praying and said whatever happens please make sure you keep us covered. I called my cousin and let her know what was going on.  She showed up and parked across the street.

Long story short, we walked away safe. Thankful, but the build up was overwhelming; on what if’s with everything that has been happening all over the world. It was at that moment I felt like the problem for staying silent on a matter and movement that’s bigger than me. Also bigger than who will get mad when one doesn’t understand why black lives matter.

I am raising a King and I want him to go through the different transitions of life. I want him to explore, be a free spirit, all while figuring out who he will become. As I watch my family member’s parent their older son’s; their main concern is how they’re presenting themselves when they leave home. The way they represent themselves is important because they don’t want them racially profiled. But is this really fair to the child?

My platform might not touch everyone in the world. It could open the heart of someone in a higher position than me. Than one by one we could work on fixing the issue at hand. One day making the world a more safer and less fearful place to raise our kids.