I Did'T Kill Her, I Loved Her Poem by Ramona Thompson

Sorry I ran away
Sorry so sorry
That's she gone
Your sister
Mother
Lover and friend
But you can't blame me
No, no it's not my fault
This much I tell you is true
I know what all the evidence shows
But you must know that I'm not the one
I loved her
I did't kill her


Somewhere out there
While you point the finger of blame at me
There walks free the real killer
The one and the only one
That you should hate
That is who took her away
Not me
Even through we may not have always been happy
We did have some good times
Those memories I will always cherish
In your heart of hearts
I think you know the truth
I loved her
I did't kill her


Is it the color of my skin?
That has you branding me a murderer
Or is it something more?
Something that I don't see
The lines between truth and lies have become blurred
Rearranged to suit your anger
And satisfy your hate over a loss
You did not ever want
A loss too great to ever forgive
I just wish you could sort through it all
To see the real story which is this
I loved her
I did't kill her


Forever shunned
Pushed away by those I once loved
And who once loved me in return
Is this the way I am to live the rest of my life?
Is this the price I must pay?
For being a black man in love with a white woman
What do I tell our kids?
How can I bare to look them in they eye?
Knowing the truth
Knowing the rumors young ears must hear
Will they ever believe their daddy's words that
I loved her
I did't kill her