The autopsy of a black body

An autopsy of a black body One who suffered greatly The body pushed past its limits To the point it had enough and quit A scalpel to their chest Slowly peeling the layers of flesh Noticing the rot Hit by the stench of trauma The body dissected The organs removed Leaving the body an empty shell Of a broken person Beaten by an unjust system There was no hope for the body to be saved It was always going to give away The person that had owned the body stood no chance From the trauma to the head Consumed by the complexities of PTSD To the bruises on the legs From a lifetime full of abuse Carrying a body hated by society It was like a troubled home A place that was out of control Where the quiet screams of abuse Are trapped within the cracked walls Bearing the weight of secrets untold It was damaged beyond repair No amount of glue could fix the damage of what was done The body could heal But the trauma couldn't be undone The cause of death: racism This is what happens when you live a life on the run from discrimination Beaten by the harsh reality of hatred Isolated by a world full of prejudice Living in an abyss of hopelessness