Your spirit held the beauty of Aphrodite but never commanded a crowd to form around you like this

Instead it was the crimson liquid, glistening in the light,

That made everyone stare

And I swear I've never seen that much blood before

There was enough to paint your mother's body when she held you

Her clouded orbs rained heavy and washed every drop away yet they still stained her

and her cracked vocals begging to know why became your swan song that's been sung every day since

You lied there for hours

Lifeless

We were still waiting for help that never came

because rather than you it was your murderer they attended to

They ransacked your crippled body

Looking for any crumb of incrimination

But they never found one

and your murderer’s blood saturated hands were never put in cuffs

They told us you were dangerous

If it brings you any peace we didn't believe one word

And your last breath that pleaded for your right to live spoke to the nation

We rose and united together

Repeated your name to the point it was imbedded in dreams

and even the wind whispered it

our steps resonated thunderstorms in protest

for your unimpeachable soul

I hope you know your death has not been in vain

and I wish I could address this letter specifically to you

but there's too many innocent black people I could address this to