Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves

Napowrimo, 5 of 30
April 7, 2017, 12:12 am
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(C) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

my poem for missing black girls
is a whisper as fine as
the hairs on her cheeks
as soft as the pillow
of her bottom lip

no need for shouting
because they

she goes & someone knows
but seldom looks
by now it is
by the books

this deafening silence
as violence is her playmate
the milk in her bottle
the dust covering her feet

my voice retreats
from octaves that are too much
we need a rumble or quake
To force us awake

little black girls are missing
little girls are missing
missing our girls



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