Black Lives Matter Persuasive Speech

As a child, I was always prone to getting hurt. Falling on concrete and nail fights with the sisters were my favorite pastimes. There was always an excitable feeling I would get, noticing the scab that protruded from my fresh wound and the overwhelming urge to pick it off. I would impatiently wait to reveal the fresh coat of skin that lay beneath its surface. I admired the healing process that was far from glamorous on the outside, but beneath, meticulous restoration was taking place.
As Americans stand with picket signs marching in the streets, promoting the Black Lives Matter campaign, I see the festering wound that has been present in this country for too long. Its shell has become hard and resilient with increased inattention and neglect, causing much hurt and much need for change. America is painfully peeling away these layers awaiting to see the beauty that hides beneath the distorted surface.
The black community has been a fragile yet necessary subject over the past months. I am no longer naïve to the present state of racial bias that stands between progress and stagnation in this country. America has designed a superficial idea of freedom, fearful to reveal the underlying layers of dissonance and struggle in this 21st
As an African American, I feel obligated to participate in the movement, but I also realize its aims are distorted; causing more factions and wounds instead of bandaging what has been broken for so long. Though I do not undermine the fact that police brutality is an issue, I realize that the problem does not start there, instead, there is a greater issue rotting beneath. There is a stigma as an African American that I bear on my shoulders, passed on generation after generation. I am a subject of stereotypes, presumptions and assumptions that have been locked by American ignorance and oblivion. This ongoing search for change has become an elusive