Words of Art – Day 80 – Black Tears

Black Tears

I’m not sure if I even have
The right to comment on this.
But, my heart breaks each
And every time another black
Person is killed by violence.
My heart breaks when I watch
Yet another black family shed
Black tears at another needless funeral.

After the last killing
I found myself in tears.
Tears that rolled down my cheeks,
That dropped onto my white shirt
Leaving black stains
That no bleach can remove.

I found myself crying
Black tears.

Roy W. Backes
© 2021