I am tired.
I am weak.
I am crying.
I am angry.
I am dissatisfied.
I am enraged.
I am livid.

But most importantly, I am Michael Brown.

I am the young Black man, the system is treacherous.
I am the young Black man, unarmed and dangerous.

I am the young Black man being profiled walking down the street.
I am the young man, shot to death by the police.

I am the young Black man, sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I am the young Black man, twelve shots the officer fired.

I am the young Black man, strangled by the flag you salute.
I am the young Black man, hands up, don’t shoot.

I am Michael Brown.
Every young Black man is Michael Brown.

I am the young Black man, lying in the middle of the street for 4.5 hours while the police try to cover up my murder.

I am the young Black man whose character has been assassinated by the media.

I am the young Black man whose life is worth less than it costs to operate a courtroom.

I am the young Black man whose mother and father will have to live with the heartache knowing that their child was killed.

I am the young Black man whose life will create a revolution.

I am the young Black man whose death will not be in vain.

I am Michael Brown.

I am Michael Brown, hear our declaration.
I am Michael Brown, let the system break with our frustration
I am Michael Brown, your words will not deter my motivation.
I am Michael Brown, let us mobilize a nation.

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