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Shade wants to heal others and herself through stories and other forms of writing. She believes words are a medicine that cannot be abused; a coping mechanism filled with truths. Each piece of hers is  [+]

Image of Summer 2020

I hear blood

families crying over a loved one’s

slain body in the street

The sirens are distant

but close enough to see

the strobing red, intimidating blue

 

I hear recognition

the colors wane as They realize

that They’re rounding into

the Negro neighborhood

 

I hear tomorrow’s headline

“Black on Black Violence

(so why riot about police brutality?)”

but that’s only if this life

is deemed newsworthy

 

I hear acceptance

feet shuffle from the scene

though I have some life left in me

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