Wilma Neels Poet Free verse

'When a City Bleeds'

It happens everyday
It just made the headlines too many times
When will this end? 

When will our lives start to matter 
When will it be okay to walk around in your own neighborhood without being afraid

There is nothing blissfull about this topic 
Nothing to celebrate 
When mothers, sisters, aunts and nieces are being killed like it's a hobby 

The city is bleeding 
Women are crying 
Everyday women are dying 
Not even time behind bars 
deter these vultures 

It angers me 
Somewhere down the line 
these lives needs to matter 

Cause so many heartaches stem from these senseless acts

*dedicated to all the women who lost their lives through violence*

©wilmaneels
©020920191747

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Ann Foster November 4, 2019 at 8:41 AM when will our lives start to matter... an excellent question. This was extremely well written. Talent. Ann

Richard Lamoureux September 24, 2019 at 7:27 AM That is good that they are taking action.

Richard Lamoureux September 23, 2019 at 8:40 AM It is right to be angry. I am fortunate to live in Canada. Still sadly we too are not immune to violence. Blessings to you and all women. It is time for men to wake up. Wilma Neels September 23, 2019 at 10:20 AM Femicide seems to become a norm Richard. I think highlighting it might just make people stand up and do something. As was the case when one too many women were killed a few weeks back.. Businesses actually started their own initiatives to make females feel more secure.. Thank you for popping in even though I have become a stranger at the soup...

Vegter Papyrus September 3, 2019 at 7:56 PM Hey Lady! ..."these lives needs to matter," speak in volume. I've only had women around me, cared for, and some I've escorted to their demise with love and care. "being killed like a hobby..." Is the line that hushed my mouth and angered my soul. Those vultures do not have eyes of equality, only for preying! Hard and Amazing work! Blessings... Vegter Papyrus September 3, 2019 at 7:57 PM I'm good. How are you?