Everyone can relate to this one…. Remember the last time you got accused of something and you were innocent? Do you remember how infuriating that sh*t was?

Now imagine…..

Imagine being accused of something more serious. Like murder. Imagine you’re locked up and doing 20 or so years for that sh*t, and you’re innocent. Imagine they give you the death penalty over it. And all the while, you’re innocent. Imagine it’s your last day on earth and the hour of your lethal injection bid is around the corner. Imagine trying to make peace with the fact that you’re about to check out. Then imagine the emotional roller coaster your heart is in when that hour passes because the Supreme Court decided to take a closer look at your case. Imagine you’re sitting there…. Waiting…. Having faith in humanity. Praying that “color” and “class” aren’t the determining factors for you even being in this predicament. After all, WE HAVE A BLACK PRESIDENT. You tell yourself this as you wait for The Supreme Court. But deep down, you know what’s up. Imagine when your lawyer comes to you and finally tells you, “Denied”. Imagine the pain. The agony. Imagine them strapping you in. Imagine looking through that glass window of death at your “supposed” accusers…. Imagine that…. Imagine with your last breath you tell those same people that blame you, you’re innocent, expecting someone, ANYONE with half a brain to stand up and at least RAISE A VOICE OF PROTEST in that room. Imagine. Imagine those same blamers looking back at you as if to say, “Good Riddance, scum bag.” Imagine. Imagine the pity you feel for the people that have to kill you, and none of them really want to do it. Imagine.

Now imagine you’re raising a daughter or son in this place called America…. What do you tell them?