Intersections of Pain

Every hair on my body stands up

When I see another black woman

Holding a framed photo of her child

 

Her boy

Her pride

Her source of laughter and glee

In her lap

As tears stream down

Her face

 

I have lived

In Los Angeles

My whole life

 

And I cry

For the wars waged in my motherland

 

But am privileged enough

To avoid the wars

 

Raged in South LA

 

Because I live

On the safe side of town

 

How many

Widows

 

And how many

Broken mothers

 

Have I passed on the street?

Have I driven next to on the 405?

Have I brushed shoulders with?

 

I want the wars

In my motherland to stop

 

But I also want the wars

In my neighborhood

To stop too.

 

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