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