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by Daniel
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Cultural · #2130452
An early poem of mine
Tamika Barlet was eight years old
Her story is one that will never be told

No Jeanbenet Ramsey, No Beauty Queen
Her face never to grace the cover of any magazine

Her hair not blonde, her eyes not blue
Thus her story deemed unworthy for news

As she walked out the door to go to class
Her mama looked out at her, this time the last

Her hair done up in braids and beads
Did little to save her from the city streets

Something happened between stoop and there
For Tamika Barlet vanished in thin air

Weeks went by - missing and not found
But police and neighbors released not a hound

Her mama - desperate - searched and cried
The police merely told her, "we tried"

Long since gone and not quite forgotten
For many the story was never even gotten

Another child gone from a family - a community
In the white suburbs they speak with impunity

"Just a typical day in the ghetto" - "a welfare case"
No cause was uptook, no funds were raised

Tamika Barlet was eight years old
And like many -
Hers is a story that will never grow old

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