'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
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2019
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