Black Tears


Her father got killed by hands of police
Now they’re screaming little one have peace
Don’t show emotion, forgive, don’t speak
Trying to convince her that there’s strength in being weak
Unsympathetic to her suffering they don’t care
She just another statistic in a world that’s not fair
Want her to get over it though the aroma of her father blood still in air
Want her to keep her mouth closed and her mind steadfast in prayer
All the while they get to go home to their sons, daughters and wives
And justify to them why they keep on having to take lives
Last photo of her father is of being buried and filed away in archives
Forever she will be wounded for their lack of respect, racism and lies

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Hello, My name is Minnie, I am 31 years old and live in PA . I am the children's book author/illustrator of Just ask my mom and dad/SOCKS, I also write poetry and have been a production assistant for over 7 years. I have been writing short children stories and poetry since I was very young-I enjoy it and take every opportunity to share my work with others.
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