Yes...#BlackLivesMatter.

Good morning, evening, and afternoon, wherever you are in the world right now! I warn you: I am a part of Generation Y, born in the times that VCRs were all of the rage and Saturday mornings were the ultimate incentive to watch 90's cartoons on an actual TV, not a laptop. Where Walkmans were dying but CD players were in everyone's living rooms. Where eight tracks were still smooth and Lego's took up all of my time.

I warn you: Generation Y is part of the digital age. We create apps. We are superheroes because we record every day killings on our phones and use social media to watch the news. We, as a people, are smart. However, we as a people, are also at war.

I went to a performing arts high school and am proud to say that I was a Creative Writing major. When I hear all of the debate over the hashtag #BlackLivesMatter, I can't help but think of the hatred people have for my skin, my hair, my eyes, my God given features. We as a Black people, have culture. We have grace. People want SOME of those features, but they don't want the social injustice. They don't want to be followed in a high price store or at a gas station. They just want the cosmetic appeal.

Generation Y is creative. You see, we built a fortress on the fact that we can use social media to our advantage; uploading videos, comments, pictures, that's how we enable one another. As a Black woman, I can't tell you how many times my name (Chloe) doesn't fit my race. How I would be pretty 'if I wasn't dark skinned.' How my hair 'is so pretty but it's so soft, are you mixed?'

At this point I have presumably thrown myself into the void of the deep, hot, smoldering Sun and have gone off of Earth. Since when have I been so tired of all of the killings of my people? Forever. Why don't I feel mentally motivated to finish school? Sometimes, I am lazy. But then I remember that I made myself graduate early from community college. I made myself get into modeling when I was in high school. I made myself get out of depression when I was 18 and get into school. I am not doing this just for me. I'm doing it for Trayvon. I'm doing it for Sandra, Sam, Jordan, and for countless others that are told that their lives had no meaning just because of the color of their skin. Who were thrown mysteriously into jail cells and then had the world learn that they supposedly killed themselves. That's not true.

Someone, has been lying to us all.

My soul weeps for these people because they all had families, friends, siblings, aunts, nephews, etc. They were HUMANS. I am doing this for my people. I am making myself stand up, be great, be excellence, be beautiful, ambitious, bright, and most of all, courageous. I know I am worthy, and I know I am force to be reckoned with. I warned you, Generation Y is fiercely stubborn, with an aura of great immensity and light, above all.