200,000

April 3, 2017
By Louiee BRONZE, Kansas City, Missouri
Louiee BRONZE, Kansas City, Missouri
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200,000 black beauty's stolen.
Let me say that again, 200,000 black beauty's stolen.
Every morning when I leave the house my mom hugs me goodbye and she says i love you.
She smiles but i can see beyond it, her eyes full of uncertainty scream at me like flashing yellow lights.
200,000.
Cries ring like bells from mothers who’ve birth those lost mahogany souls.
Pleads spew out of them like water from a faucet, sadly it won’t ever interrupt your Saturday Night Live sitcom.
Over 200,000 bring my baby home.
Over 200,000 I know she's nearly grown but hasn't it been the same since she's gone, my baby girls out there all alone.
Hearts sunken as the anticipation winds down on them like the hands of time.
200,000.


The author's comments:

When I wrote this poem I was just thinking about how when children of any race or sex goes missing it's devasting. This paticular situation hit home because it's about my people, little black girls just like me taken. It's even sadder because this issue has been reoccuring for a while now in America, although it's getting some attention it's still not equal to treatment of others or as I'd say " the privilleged."


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