thoughts for a black childA Poem by Tinasha LaRayémy 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 LaRayéReviews
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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 AuthorTinasha LaRayéOKAboutI 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..Writing
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