Days now
of pouring grief over keys
of re-member-ing fear
as a black mama
traumatized by news
of dead 8-year-old Ladybug(s)
and a verdict now only
one week old, but coursing
in my veins like blood,
pumping through my heart
like pain
and the poetry, well...
it's as arrhythmic as my heart
as uncontrollable as
the cries that won't
be tamed... I promised poetry
Do all these "black mama trauma" laments count?
© Valerie Bridgeman
July 19, 2013
YES THEY DO
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