Black Stains

Black Stains

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé

For Daquan Boyd...


Chicago heat

Summertime blues
Black bodies lie in state
In Austin alley ways
On a festive August day
Rest and peace forced on 5 hour layaway
5 hours, he lay there, alone
5 hours
Fatal back pains

Ruptured black American veins
More black stains soak themselves
into the tapestry
Of the black story
And where is his protest?
His national uprise?
Caught on the other side of the barrel
Trigger pulled by the wrong colored fingers
And we are okay
We don't fight to see justice
We don't fight to change mindsets
We read our brother's business in the headlines
Then go about business as usual
We disown them with our necks
Twisting them sideways
Closing eyes
And hearts looking away
equally responsible
For those American black stains
In our torn and tattered liberty flag
And one is still fresh
Yet we have moved on
Afraid to declare war on ourselves
We'd rather commit suicide
Than acknowledge the guilt
I hear angels moaning
I hear angels weeping
For black stains in our black American quilt
Yet to be dyed
Yet to be died
And I am weeping, too


© 2013 Tinasha LaRayé

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T...well written, poignant and so heartfelt. Appreciated the read here. Thanx...bobc

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Added on August 19, 2013
Last Updated on August 19, 2013
Tags: Chicago, death, murder, black on black crime, pain, teen, Daquan Boyd


Tinasha LaRayé
Tinasha LaRayé


I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..