Philando Castile
When I was a girl
it was said that I was like my father
~
So, I am wondering if a four year old girl
is like her daddy....
if the smell of Old Spice will always make her think of him getting out of the shower
if they were laughing in the car just before they got pulled over
Did she feel the warmth leave him
When the shock of the bullets lifted his body up off the seat
in front of her
Does she understand that she will never again feel his hand in hers
never see the twinkle in his eye when he pulls the quilts up over her in the night
Never know his wit
How do we stop from weeping for this child
who will grow like a bird that can never fly
How do we stop killing each other
Hi Kara, such a powerful poem and so very sad.
ReplyDeleteWow, this is a powerful use of the Wordle, and a shocking event.
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