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



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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