“AR-15s.” I almost chuckled. “Bet they don’t know how to use them effectively.” It was mostly white men, walking around after dark, in armed groups. “Looking for me, aren’t you boys.” They always showed up, with their guns, to take back their neighborhood, or town, and make it safe again. “Perhaps I should show them the hatred they breed.”
I went to Samantha’s home knowing what I’d find. It was in flames. No fire alarms, no emergency services. A gang of white men congratulating themselves. “Little bitch brought nothing but shame and destruction to our town! We’ll show her! Drive them out of town! Make them leave, and go somewhere else! Where we can be safe!”
I recorded every name, and face. I wondered how they would react to the destruction of their homes. “Don’t understand war at all.” I moved on, knowing I had more information to gather.
As more white men went stupid, the police got out of the way and let them. I recorded the names and faces of each man as they destroyed the apartments Michelle and Julia once lived in. They tore down the walls, broke the windows, pulled the cabinets off the walls, and burned the furniture in the street. “Boys, boys, boys. You should come with a warning sound.” I could imagine it, “Run for your lives, the white guys are coming!”
It happened all over town. I recorded every name, and ever face. “Gonna be a busy couple of days.”
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My Soul's Tears 
I very much enjoy reading these. I hope you keep posting them.