Blood, Death and Blackness
I see all around me
Gory phantasms that can't be real
Dead eyes, open mouths
Wounded bodies in pain
Black children crying
as Black mother's read from scripts
written by a history of violence
against Black Women
Through the murder of their children
Graves dug open
to receive Black bodies whose
flesh was ripped open for
no apparent reason other than
it was Black flesh
Blackness so black that all
they see is black but they
don't see the red that we see
when we see the blood
another Dead Black person
They shoot, we die
They investigate, we cry
We burn and they turn
our pain against us as
They live, we don't
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