Layla Riley-Hill Poet Free verse

A funeral for myself

It was a funeral for myself 
And I still haven't buried her yet
The sky opened up and released its anger 
Rained down in grief and sadness
The only other witness to her multiple deaths
The world built her to break
It was too late to save her 
For she was now unrecognisable 
In a casket crafted from pain 

I, the only witness
To this silent tragedy 
To the world it was quiet 
But to her it was deafening 
The constant reminder of being black 
Of the trials and tribulations
Of going to hell and back 
Her killers 
Well, I think we all know the answer to that

The ghosts of the many parts she killed 
Still harbour the body she's in 
She knows she'll be forever haunted by the deaths within
She carried the guilt that was not her burden
She finally succumbed to a death that should never happened 
And now the parts of her that still live 
Are left with all the damage 

To the little black girl within 
You should never had to ask for forgiveness
For who you are, and all of your blackness 
So with that being said to all the parts of me I had to kill 
I hope you rest in peace

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