Dear Charlottesville,

My beautiful home.

I’m so sorry, lovely.

I’m sorry it’s all so broken

I mourn your streets

Ransacked and ravaged by darkness,




Your streets weren’t meant for the forever sleep

Brought much too early to young travelers

Your streets were meant for color and beauty

I’m sorry they only shrouded you in shades of black

I hate that this is where the world sees you

It sees the worst,

The darkest corners of humanity itself–

One man convinced of his superiority

Forfeits compassion

That which makes us whole

To bludgeon the man beside him

For being made a different color

For them, for us

We pray: Father heal us.