Symone Nicole Marshall brought life into this world with thanksgiving and praise.
Dreams of life with stability and affirmations of love, she encounters hopelessness.
The Lone Star State and black women in custody are synonymous with death.
The road of destruction is not the end of her story; the incarceration of her flesh without due diligence expired her life.
Her time is shifted from horizons of life's fulfillment to darkness unexplained.
Cold and alone, her soul is departing from her as she dreams of life left behind.
Holding onto humanity for civil rights of living, she encounters symptoms of truth.
Walker County Jail in Huntsville Texas engraved her rights with the graveyards of instructions from their code of silence.
Without the necessity of forensic diagnosis, her voice was unheard in the storms of her words.
Drifting in the grave of her captives, she became a morgue of lies unable to sustain the truth of her tears.
She laid in silence as the dimensions of her thoughts preceded her from life to death.
The uniform of justice concentrated on conversations of elite forces to recommend history be told on the steps of City Hall.
Black History says Gynnya McMillen, Sandra Bland, Natasha McKenna and Symone Nicole Marshall were slaves of the master's house in 2016.
Written by
Theodore Mosley
May 17,2016
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