To remind you
Of the innocent child
Of the promise
Unfulfilled
To remind you
Of Yusuf Hawkins
Reminding you
Of Emmitt Till
Of four girls swaddled
In unheralded graves
Young unwitting warriors
Forgotten
Of infant trees
On forsaken lots
Cut in stride
Toward the dream
Young blood reddening
Mississippi mud
Alabama clay
New York streets
Young hearts
Stilled mid-beat
Tender memories
Waiting
Tragic martyrs
Shining
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