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Susie
Jess Lemon
Broken glassy contact, sliding
met by cold, dead forceful stares
new doors slammed and old ties broken
a family stretched beyond repair
At this great distance, your depth becomes clear
a watery chasm of treasured pain
so from the past our eyes shall wander
to where you lay, tethered and maimed
Eternally distant in your murky depths
you're clouded from our busy view
shrouded in Anger's vengeful veil
leaving of you, no visible clue
At this we ponder, red and sore
stung from past blows, old and new
questioning this black woman, found
ravaged by cold, the spiteful Blue
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