Thump, t h u m p, t h u m p. The heart slows then stops And without skipping a beat A backstory is invented Monster Criminal Delinquent Ice cold and hard The blood thirsty Roar to attack A corpse And then silence So loud What remains? The low groans of pain from hearts still beating But barely With similar backstories Constructed but not real To fit a mold But really untold No truth Just alibis To cover Who? With no sheet or blanket or love The underserved and never protected Lay, waiting. Black and Blue combine to create A bleeding red justice? ~Keisha Rembert
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