Khalil's death was the hardest hit I have ever felt in my life.

Today I embark on a new journey. I am going to fight for my brother and the rest of my community. I look at the poster in my hand. Khalil's picture is at the left hand corner of the placard. His white teeth so bright, a contrast to his deep chocolate coloured skin and charcoal black eyes.

My brother was neither the first to suffer from racial profiling nor was he the first to be shot by white policemen all because they perceived us criminal and dangerous.

Many times I had seen black people suffer from police brutality and other forms of racism in their day to day lives and why?

We were black.

For how long were we going to keep quiet and watch our brothers and sisters being oppressed?

My brother would have wanted me to spread the message that he so badly wanted people to know.

That Black lives matter and that we are human!

I walk towards the stand, microphone in hand, my eyes quickly scanning the room. I do not know any of these faces but I see their pain despite the masks that are over their faces because of the COVID-19 pandemic. Some women are with their young children who are clinging onto them. People are holding up placards with pictures and names of those who have suffered from this oppression.

I clear my voice and start to speak.

"We have lost so many people from my brother Khalil to Ahmaud Aubrey, George Floyd to Breonna Taylor, the list goes on and on. We have many blacks in prisons all for crimes they didn't commit. And why is all this happening ? We are blacks. Is it fair that our colour determines how we are treated in society? From what age are our children going to move from being cute and beautiful to being dangerous? We need to speak up. Against all forms of oppression that we are suffering from."

"My brother did nothing wrong. Nothing. All he did was reach into his car so that he could get what the officers wanted. They judged him too soon. They killed him. They left me without a brother. My mother and father lost their son. The world lost a future leader, a future lawyer. I will tell you what my brother said before he died. "Kara,I'm dying but fight for me" Today, Khalil, I fight for you!"

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TTHEEE ENNNDDDD!!

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I hope I touched you through this short story . I hope you now understand what it means to be Black and that you can appreciate every black person out there.

Black lives matter!!