The ground is cold but I’m comfortable nonetheless.
I can feel the warmth and pulse of the people lying around me.
My face is turned toward the night sky where a traffic light hangs over the intersection
And changes for the unmovable cars stalled by our bodies.
We’ll lie here for four and a half minutes, yells a voice through a megaphone,
For the four and a half hours Mike Brown was left dead in the street.
Each block we march, more people join. We lie down in the street,
And then we march on.
My eyes catch sight of an elderly black woman, crying on the sidewalk,
So touched by the sight of hundreds of people screaming “Black Lives Matter!”
People wield signs above their heads, pump their fists, hold hands
And shout loudly and fully, letting the America know
We’re sick of racism, of injustice and hate
That’s why, even when the police line up shoulder to shoulder,
Blue and red lights flashing in our eyes,
We stand our ground and refuse to disperse.
We scream our chants louder.
A line of batons and colorful lights aren’t enough to make us quit.
And when they let us pass, we cheer even louder until our throats hurt.
With our numbers at least tripled from the start of the march,
We swarm the bridge ahead of us, revitalized and
Shouting towards the skyscrapers of Boston for “Justice Now!”
It’s a beautiful sight when people gather in mourning, in anger, and in hope.
Julia Depp is a first-year student at Tufts University in Boston, Massachusetts. She originally hails from the East Coast of the US but most recently called Kansas City, Missouri home. Her interests include environmentalism, languages, reading, cuddling with her dog, and travel.