Emotional silence against a clear black sky breathes
utterances of pain and misunderstanding.
I can't help but wonder where that little girl is, who
lost her innocence in broken promises
and little colored girls cry 'cause the rainbow ain't enough.
It never was. It's tough, to wear a mask when you're in some really f@#ked up stuff.
Little black shoes and pink frilly dresses from the floor to the ceiling.
Two pig tails hanging down with neatly tied ribbons, smiling for pictures but her eyes know no feeling.
She has been taken, a victim of the system. Who knows her like the streets, she's wheelin' and drug dealin'. Now her air is confident but her heart is bleeding.
Her rest is temporary. She prays to the heavens. When will it be over? She's only seven.
A flashback to the past as she sits with freedom in her grasp, a needle to the flesh, that thought will be her last. She cries and it's easier than a fake smile so she takes a final breath and collaspes to the ground.
All around her the silence subsides. Emotional awakening against a clear blue sky.