she wanted the memories they stole from her
the landlords and their high priced lawyers
the judge who declared the theft legal
the sheriff who was only doing her job
she wanted the photos
the memorabilia
her husband’s paintings
the dreams and the longings
the six decades within those walls
knowing every inch of every room
the laughter
the tears
the family and friends
the things that make boards and windows
and furniture into a whole lot more than they are
she lay in the hospital while the landlords and
the high priced lawyers
tore out the memories
piling them onto a truck
her favorite dresses in the bedroom closet
the red sofa she sat on every night to watch TV
even the wheelchair she sometimes needed
to get around
she lay in the hospital
heart wouldn’t stop racing no matter
what the doctors did
their drugs and their machines
didn’t matter anymore
the landlords and their high priced lawyers
the judge
the sheriff
had stolen
another piece of her black neighborhood
ripped out
her soul
stolen her home
This didnt have to be a fake poem, you could have just written this normally.
从百度进来的，博客不错哦！
Rest in power Iris Canada. For all time. Peace be with your family and loved ones. You brought so many of us together to stand with you. We stood in the rain with you.