National Poetry Month
Day 23
STOP
Beating my body
Torturous truants
Of super powered hatred
Stop killing my mother
Endless cries for to
Bring me back
Broken
In pieces
Stuff in the cracks
Of
Stop killing my soul
With the story
Never to be told
From my lips
Stop killing me
I want to be free
To live
Like your unborn son
To black skin
I want to breathe the air
Although unfair
I want to live
Stop killing me
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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