The Verdit

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

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.

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