Nine by Nine
Senseless deaths of African Americans
Nine months
Felt like a lifetime
wanteing to hold you
see your beautiful face
nine bullets
took you away.
Now holding your body
riddled with bullets
Why you
over and over again
I ask.
Didnt want this for you
didnt see it coming
they'll say your name
for justice for you.
Mommas will cry in the streets
and weep and weep and weep
like I did you.
Blood spilled for... what
my blood of your blood
painting the streets.
Wasn't slavery enough
blood shed their too
can't go back
won't go back
got to go forward
to show them we will live.
Not die by their hands
Not no more
for I waited nine months
to see you
and they used nine bullets
to take you.
About the Creator
G.A. Moore
Write, and write, and write again, 'til the words become images in the mind and feel the heart with joy, heartache, or even pain. I like to think that my writing will transcend you away to a place or identify with a character. Enjoy!
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