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The scars they left us

He reflected on the life he had lived 
Staring out the window watching his kids with his grandkids 
They were his greatest gifts
He also felt this quiet melancholy of putting them in a position 
To survive In a world filled with racists
He hoped they would outlive him
He hoped he would end up in a casket 
Way before they ever did

Flicking through his memories 
He remembers as a kid
Watching his father being killed 
By the very same people who were supposed to protect them
He remembers how that day he had lost his innocence 
The day he fully understood what being black meant 
They didn't convict his dad's killer
His dad never got justice
He remembers the day of his first protest
For his father's unjust killing
His first chant:
No justice, no peace

He also sadly remembers 
The day he tried to rub black of his skin
He thought if he turned white he wouldn't end up in a coffin 
For all these years it was a memory he had kept hidden 
Even if he had permanent burns that would not leave him

He looked back at the window 
Watching his grandkids playing
Looking happy 
He hoped that what happened to him wouldn't happen to them
He had always did affirmations with both his kids and grandkids 
He had hoped it was enough 
For them to see Their self worth

After a while he joined them in the garden 
Forgetting about his problem
Wanting to enjoy spending time with his family 

That was until
He saw his granddaughters skin
With the same burns as him
This was his biggest fear 
This had left him heart broken 
He looked in her eyes, long gone Her innocence 
It had left earlier than his 
She hadn't even reached double digits 
This world had stole her innocence 
All because of the colour of her skin
This infuriated him
He wished he could take her pain and replace it with her lost innocence

Copyright © Layla Riley-Hill

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