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The cold hand

She just wanted help drowning
Everytime she tried speaking
It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat
It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth
To other It looked like she had been saved
But she knew she had been condemned
To a life without freedom
She couldn't pretend
She didn't want her life to end
She wanted an out
And maybe the cold hand could help


Copyright © Layla Riley-Hill

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