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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Roberta
7/8/2016 05:18:49 am
Powerful! As one who educates this writing speaks columns. The pain and injustice rings out...Lord what do we do? There is a verb that needs to be lived out.
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Keisha
7/8/2016 08:20:28 am
Thanks so much, Roberta! It was the pain that poured onto the page. LOVE is our greatest commandment, but seemingly the hardest thing for us to do and give.
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Lealia
7/8/2016 08:53:38 am
Wow! Is all I can say. This poem is so powerful! I will be sharing this.
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Keisha
7/8/2016 11:41:35 am
Thanks Lealia! I appreciate you sharing it!
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Mary
7/8/2016 05:06:28 pm
Keisha,
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Keisha
7/8/2016 06:58:02 pm
Thank you, Mary. I'm so honored by your comments.
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