Say Her Name

A hand-- attached
to a body-- holds
a heavy pen.
The ink is blood and tears.
The words written--
are a lament.
The words written--
are a rage.
The words written--
are an oath,
to never forget, to never give up.
The words written are a lullabye
for the One who was slayed down in her sleep--
eyes shut, lips puckered, dreaming sweet songs of freedom.

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