This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
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.