by Trina Williams-Emigh

Why are you weeping my child
Has your neighborhood grown wild
Your society in denial
Is your deepest color blue
Is your brightest color red
Are the voices that scream at you
Beckoning you dead
Is the pressure entombing you
Into its grave
Is there no one volunteering
For your life to save
So dismal your future
So desolate your days
That society won't surrender
It's wicked ways

Surrender by Trina Williams-Emigh

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