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
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.
there’s a song in my heart that needs to be sung in union with friends a bit combersome fallen angelic creatures with vast different features create a whole inside flirting with fire blowing it up to its fullest of desire
With the essence of elegance, And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance, My mind knows there’s not a word in existence, That could ever explain or express, What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a
An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people
Wading in your memories. Through an orange smoke. Against a mirror, a lake shrinks. Days are smaller now licking the night I will count the candles Of your birthday. A haunted landscape scoops a wedding of a flame with a