Stop. For a Moment.

The smallest things make the biggest impact on our lives. Our husbands are fighting. They are being hunted. Especially the good ones. The great ones, destined to set trails ablaze for generations to come. Wrong place. Wrong time. That is their crime. Too tall. Too dark. Too brave. Too muscular. Too smart. The very thing they seek for their own. The very thing that makes us feel safe around our fine, distinguished brothers. That is their crime.

Stop the cycle. Break the chains. Walk in only with the full armour of God. Drape yourself in white garments. So you can wave them at the first sign of danger. So you can rally your brothers together against the force of darkness. Help them to see the dangers, teach them to see two steps ahead. Their deep and stoic voices trigger anger, hatred, bringing back times of divide, times of inequality. 

We. The wives. Sisters. Mothers. Stand at the front lines. Protecting our own. Shielding them on our knees. Drawing strength for the battle each day. In the workplace. The education systems. There's no place to hide. Locked up in our homes. Stray bullets still infiltrate. They penetrate our walls. They pierce at our hearts. Lift up your eyes. Get down on your knees. Withdraw to your secret closet. And fight. Only coming out to band together as one voice. One army. Marching to save our loves. 

Because just like yours. His life matters too. His life is the fabric that uplifts our societies. The watchtower for our children. The guardian of our home. The caregiver in our communities. Stop. Listen. Hear my cry. Understand my pain. Stop. Have compassion. Show me your humanity. Stop. He is not your enemy. Listen. Breathe. Watch. He is not the enemy. He is unarmed. He is not dangerous. He is powerless. Harmless. Stop. You. You are the killer. Stop. 

Just for a Moment.