Dear Mom of Breonna Taylor

Dear Mom of Breonna Taylor,

I do not have words that could bring comfort. I definitely can’t even imagine or try to comprehend how you feel or what a nightmare this must be for you. I am a person that relies heavily on facts and tend to lean to the side of justice being served based on the evidence, but in your daughter’s case I could not.

Even with the many different sides that are being shared, and the ability to give some truth to most of them, my heart is still broken for you as her mother. I can only see my own baby girl every time your daughter’s picture is displayed. I can only imagine how painful it is to hear people’s rationale over her loss of life be reduced to be the fault of her own “poor choices.” I have made many poor choices. I am sure my daughter will make some as well. I certainly hope people do not believe we deserve to die because of them.

I spent some time yesterday researching and digesting some of the facts of your baby’s case yesterday. I found myself arguing many sides at one point or another. (In my head, and not on social media … that is an option!)

Anyway, when I finally settled down, I found myself only caring about her life being taken. I could only think like a mother. Feel like a mother. Hurt like a mother. I shed a few tears for you. You will never know my name or the many other mothers that are standing with you, and even crying with you as you navigate this devastation.

As a mom of color, regardless of the circumstances of this individual case, I can say I fear this could easily be my daughter. That thought is heavy. The thought that on any given day, my child’s life could be worthless based on the color of her skin. That my child would have to wait for any level of justice based on her skin. These are non-debatable truths we face. I can only stand on a hope against all hope that change is still possible. I will stand on this hope today because I am quite sure in this moment you cannot, and this more than understandable.

Mom to Mom, I’m sorry we are all in this space.

Strong willed and determined since a little girl, this mom of three, wife, worship leader, writer, and career woman, believes dreams come true if you do the work. Nikyla hails from St. Louis, Mo, the “show me” state. She is a graduate of Louisiana State University and Southern University. She is a certified teacher and currently teaches at Louisiana Connections Academy. Her time out of the office is filled with family, friends and faith. She adores her three children Kyre, K’mya, and Kris and has been married to her childhood sweet heart Remiah Trask for fourteen years. Nikyla is currently a worship leader at Anchor Chapel in Baton Rouge. She has always been passionate about the things she sets her mind to. Her story of victory over severe anxiety disorder, after her third child, is truly one you must hear to believe. It will transform the way you view people with mental illness and even the way you view yourself. She is the founder of the mental health campaign entitled Be Brave. Writing has become a form of therapy for her, and the stories she shares are always honest, heartfelt, and transparent. Read more of Nikyla’s Brave Blogs here.


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