Aiyana Stanley Jones was 7-years-old. On Sunday morning, she was asleep on the couch in her family’s home.

Aiyana is now dead. She is dead after the home was raided by police. Police, searching for a murder suspect, threw a flash grenade through the window around midnight. According to Aiyana’s father, it landed on the couch, setting Aiyana on fire. A police officer’s gun then went off, and shot Aiyana in the head or neck.

I don’t have the words. What words are there, for a little girl being killed in her own home, by the same people our society claims are supposed to protect her? What words are there, when a home that reportedly had toys outside and contained multiple children is violently raided in the middle of the night, without concern for their safety? What words are there, when this little girl was killed in front of her family, when her father was left unable to even try to help her, and forced to lay in her blood? What words are there, when a police officer’s lack of control over his own drawn weapon in a house full of children is referred to as an “accident” with a straight face? What words, when black citizens have to constantly fear systematic police brutality and violence, not only against themselves but also against their small children?

There are not words for that. Not sufficient words. Not words filled enough with rage and sorrow. Not words that can adequately honor her family’s pain. Not words that can bring Aiyana back or undo this horrific crime.