Black Poetry : Watcher's Report 4-24-2001


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Jan 31, 2001
Chicago-In the WatchTower
You was just a baby, not long in this world
The pride and joy of your parents, beautiful ebony girl
Full of joy, full of life
Not yet exposed to pain, misery and strife
Remembering your first words, and your first tooth
You had the whole world before you
Until that fateful night
When your father was holding you tight
Painful sensation you felt within
And blood began flowing from your torn skin
Bullet was not meant for you, but for someone on the street
Because of the sins of others Death you shall now meet
Your father begins to cry, screaming oh God why?
As you look at him and smile before closing your eyes
Suspects did not get away that day
My testimony helped put them away
No chance of parole, but life imprisonment until their dying day
5 years have come and gone
yet the pain lingers on
Mother and father have moved on
And have succeeded in creating a new song
Yet it will never diminish the melody of the song that has proceeded on.


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