mother and worry if your son is going to come home safely at the end of the day.
i don’t know what it’s like to fear for my life at a simple traffic stop.
i don’t know what it’s like to feel the need to carry a gun for my protection.
i don’t know what it’s like to be a police officer.
i don’t know what it’s like to put myself in harm’s way to protect someone else.
i don’t know what it’s like to walk into a group of people and know that they hate me because of the color of my skin.
i do know what it’s like to protest.
i do know what it’s 