Clara Freeman
For the Many Etched In My Brain-Spills Over
girls, babies, toddlers, teens
Little Girl Lost
Walks in my dreams
tugs on my skirts
beseeches me to Speak
for her,
for others like her
sad eyes in black and brown faces
children of other races
lost little boys
lost little innocent in between-ages
fearful eyes
staring out from tear-stained faces
voiceless in the silence of neglect and abuse
the defeated
can you
feel the screams of hopeless fears
pouring from the pores
of their brutalized skins?
Help me lord guide my tongue
to humanize this little girl lost
and others like her,
her little hand tugs on my skirts,
her face tears at my heart
my soul cries
remembering eyes of sadness
the tears of your suffering
See something say something
I cry for you and for others like you
I mourn for you and for others like you
I speak prayers in your name and others like you
In hopes that you are happy in the hereafter…
*In loving memory of Semaj and others like her.
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