I saw you
I saw you last year
and you were
beautiful.
You'd gone missing
and didn't make the 11:00 news.
But perhaps it's better.
It’s strange to imagine
that your 16 years would be remembered
for only two days time.
Before you fade
amongst the dark shadows
of young names and smiling pictures.
Of recited headlines
and forgotten stories.
The city hardly looked for you.
Said you were probably a runaway.
But I will think of you
dark girl,
quietly,
as I find your face in my mirror.
I saw you last month
and you were
breaking.
I watched you writhe on the ground
as he dragged you by your black braids.
I gasped
inaudibly
when you were thrown against your desk
and beat to the floor.
I shuttered
when his black boot
kicked you motionless.
You looked to your best friend
and your brother’s boys.
They clenched their fists
but turned their eyes down.
No one’s ever seen you cry.
But that morning the tile was wet
with your helplessness.
I saw you last week
and you were
bare.
You said you offended them
with your complexion.
That your hair
was unsightly
and your face unlovely.
They said your daddy was a thug
though he’d never seen bars.
You asked me why they called you ghetto
and broke my heart in two.
Who silenced your joy little girl?
Who dare steal your pride?
I saw you last night
and you were
breathing.
Your last breaths.
In a pool of your own blood.
Your mama will cry for you
and forever remember
the asphalt stained crimson.
She’ll holler at your funeral
but that evening she'll look
soundlessly
towards an infinite sky.
And in its deep visage
gently wonder if God
or even His stars
hear her black prayers.
Today, America, my sight gives way to speech.
I have watched and witnessed
but no more will I withstand
your dark crimes.
From this day,
my brothers will not die in silence.
You cannot kill my sisters with apathy.
I will no longer whisper of brokeness.
Today I will scream.
For the liberty you promised me
so long ago.