Black Bodies

Black bodies. 

Black boys.

Dying every other day.

Mama's tears. 

Heavy heart.

No amazing grace,

how sweet the sound.

Oh black boy,

covered in blood.

When will you return

back home?

-Karen Owusu (Me)


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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