Breonna Deserves Justice

Black canaries sing sweet melodies

Of a blossoming marigold of 

Pride for the ancestors of African love. 

A strong set of hands snaps the neck of the songbird. 

Sweet melodies turned chants

of the pride of African love

swirls golden and red hues

Dripping off sweet-tasting tongues.

A woman slept soundly in her bed, 

While her grim reapers get charged with 

Not digging the bullets deeper within her 

Resting mind salted with dreams.

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