thoughts for a black child

thoughts for a black child

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé

my heart is still with my students...many of them struggling in poverty, victims of traumatic abuse, in foster care, or looking for a sense of belonging in gangs...

in your scream, scraping
i can hear your heart shattering
who will save you, little one
from time pitter pattering on your door
and lift you from your knees, worn
beaten down by the life your ma handed you
and your daddy rested in your lap?
who will take it all back
and give you a fighting chance?

who will
if we won't?

© 2014 Tinasha LaRayé

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Who will save a black child? Truly, still in our contemporary black society,many children are suffering,many are abandoned on the streets...who will save them?

Posted 3 Years Ago

Tinasha LaRayé

3 Years Ago

Yes! who? WE must!
A very touching poem. You are a gentle soul...:)...................

Posted 6 Years Ago

Tinasha LaRayé

6 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and leaving such encouraging words. You are so kind.
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)...............
I love this. It's emotional, sad, and true. I grew up in Bronx, NY so I pretty much imagined this whole poem as I was reading it. Nicely penned :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

Tinasha LaRayé

6 Years Ago

wow. thanks for sharing. so many relate to this and that is the sad thing. i'm glad the poem has lif.. read more

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4 Reviews
Added on January 8, 2014
Last Updated on January 8, 2014
Tags: pain, poverty, black children, african american, gangs, life, struggle


Tinasha LaRayé
Tinasha LaRayé


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