♥ Black Girl Missing ♥
I am 18 years old and they just found my bones in Baltimore in an abandoned home.
I was 12 when he put me there.
But I was a Black girl missing so no one cared.
It’s been six years since my mother’s seen the sun.
My father can’t identify a cloud.
Just because I was Black took away the simple fact that I was someone’s child.
Maybe if I was a Felicity or Sophia, the system would have listened but I was just another Briana Johnson missing.
All twelve-year-old Black girls have desires to run away.
C’mon, all Blacks have the tendencies of slaves!
The Missing Black girl’s prom is the gown she wears in her casket.
Her corsage is the rose placed on her grave.
I am 18 years old and they will bury my bones today.
I was 12 when I went missing so I was the typical age of a Black girl runaway.
The investigator told my mother all Blacks have the tendencies of slaves.
Give me a couple of hours or maybe a few days.
That was 6 years ago.
Too often God is played by man.
This morning my mother kissed my skull.
My father crossed the bones that were once my hands.
My mother’s lips can tell you how my remains felt.
This is the destiny I was dealt.
My prom dress is the gown over my bones.
My corsage is the lily on my nameless stone.
And I was supposed to be just another runaway with the tendency of a slave.
If your Black girl disappears..
Tell them her name is Amanda or Samantha and just maybe they’ll listen,
Because America doesn’t give a damn when its Black girls are missing.