The ancestors weep
how far we’ve come
but our young
are still murdered
because of their skin.
Justice is blind folded again.
Kiana Davis 2013
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The ancestors weep
how far we’ve come
but our young
are still murdered
because of their skin.
Justice is blind folded again.
Kiana Davis 2013
July 19, 2013 at 5:23 am
My like is for all five poems on your Awakenings Page. I like what you say and how you say it.
July 19, 2013 at 2:52 pm
Thank you, Rick. I truly appreciate your feedback.