Holding my breath
praying for poetic justice
and peace
for the anger
that has lived
here before.
(c) Kiana Davis
RIP Trayvon Martin
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Holding my breath
Published by Poet Kiana Davis
Kiana Davis was born and raised in Richmond, California. She began writing poetry at the age of 12 to grapple with growing up in a low income community and to help her develop her identity as a young black girl in America. For the past 10 years, she has worked as an educator teaching at-risk youth in Washington State. View more posts
I live in Sanford and this really makes peoples true colors come out…not sure if you know this but yesterday there was a bomb threat so I’m guessing George may get off….what is this world coming to
wow! a bomb threat. scary. Yes, I am holding my breath. I pray for justce.
thank you for liking my poem!
your very welcome
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