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My letter to Joshua Barre'

Dear Joshua,

I'm sorry I never got to know you, our only connection came through your mother's eyes. The weight of sorrow and pain held firm to her face but through her eyes I found you. Her eyes told me this tragic story of love that ended before it truly began.  Joshua your skin was never a sin, God's design of beauty is more than just within. Your black was and is beautiful, and your mental health status didn't make hate excusable. You were more than a soon to be forgotten hashtag; you were the embodiment of our potential both future and past.  You were love, you were loved, and now you are with Love. From your seat above I know you want us to trade our fear and pain for love, but it was hard seeing your blood. So many eyes that day traded tears for anger, it felt personal like you was no longer a stranger. Although you felt like my kin, I had to hold my peace and keep the pain within. And until today I have held it close, but now I'm giving up this ghost. I love you little brother, and I'm sorry the world never got to see your art. Your mother's eyes told me a story of how you were so smart, loving and had such a huge heart. We never spoke a word to each other but I know you well, and I will do all I can to never let the memory of your love fail. You will never be forgotten, and I will carry your memory with me. Rest in peace my brother and my friend I will see you again.

Sincerely,
Andru