Black lives matter.
Blue lives matter.
All lives matter.
Not all lives know they matter.
Not all black lives know that they matter.
Not all blue lives know that black lives matter equally.
Not all black lives have reason to trust blue lives.
There are black lives that are also blue.
There are blue lives for whom black lives matter greatly.
For all of this to matter and to matter equally many of us are feeling bruised.
Many of us are feeling black and blue.
Until all lives know that they matter, and that they matter equally, I dedicate myself to letting black lives know that they matter to me.
I dedicate myself to letting blue lives know that they matter to me.
I dedicate myself to letting black lives know that it matters to me how they are treated by blue lives.
I dedicate myself to letting all lives know that they are a part of the one life, and hence they matter.
Black, blue, all. You matter.
It matters to me that you know it matters to me.
And so I am feeling a bit black and blue right now.
And I am okay with that.
It is a result of letting all life matter to me.
It is a result of watching black and blue collide. Of watching blue killing black and black berating blue and even blue careening against blue.
It all leaves me feeling bumped and bewildered and bruised.
It is a welcomed cost of living in an internal reality in which black lives matter. In which blue lives matter. In which all lives matter.
Until all lives know that they matter I will continue to say it. Write it. Shout it. Vote it. Demonstrate it in every way I can.
Black lives matter.
Blue lives matter.
All lives matter.
If you are reading these words you matter.
Whether you know it or not, you matter.
It is important to me that you know that.
You matter.
To me.
All the time.
