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Mother please forgive me, 
But I won't be home tonight.
Please don't look for me at morning, 
I don't mean to cause you strife. 
I know you told me to be careful, 
Maybe I should have thought twice, 
I never knew childhood came at such a deadly price. 

When you see my body broken, 
Scream the truth I cannot speak, 
When the preacher says his sermon, 
Show them what they did to me.
 I still wear my father's ring, 
And though my face you no longer know, 
I hope you'll hold me in your heart and never let me go. 

Now I lay me down to sleep, 
My road though short was turbulent,
I pray the dirt my secrets keep, 
May the Lord let his child in.
I was murdered for my skin, 
Butchered like an rabid animal, 
And the pain I felt was indescribable. 

Though my cataclysm is done, 
We are all still suffering
Though yours has just begun, 
Under oppression we are smothering. 
Sew shut my mouth should it be a lie, 
But you're not the first or last to lose their child, 
To say we're equal is to live in denial.

*This poem is in dedication of Emmit Till*