Vindicated III

You know and understand what they doing to our young black Queens right...The mirror holds dozens of mothers and sisters mouths and cries, More news will bê rêleased to the public after the fact,Feel free to learn this face, To you she wasn't a person, just a pretty face to look at for a moment,  When can she call a place a home, without it being ripped out from under her, When was the time for society to let her breathe, to let her be her,  I am left with one image of the everyday black woman,  Calling her other than missing,  Try á  jewel stolen, Its just one body,With 34 faces, That was your Truth, where was my daughters?     

 

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