Layla Riley-Hill Poet Free verse

A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive

A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive 

She lay in a casket 
I was the killer 
But was it really me?
When the world gripped her hand and told her to kill her blackness 
She stared in a mirror
Full of sadness
Knowing she would kill her last bit of innocence 
So did I allow her to kill that part of herself
Or was it the fault of the system itself?

I the only attendee at her funeral
I the only person who would understand her death was about survival
Either way she was miserable 
Even in death her silence was painful 
Would this mean she would always struggle?

I say my final goodbyes to the girl I was
Her mind strong but not strong enough 
To live in a world where her blackness was starved 
A slow and painful death that carved 
A scar in her heart
A forever reminder of what I lost

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