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Thu, 24.09.2009

STATISTIC by Michelle Parkinson

In 1944
the lives of black boys
were worth nothing
and you were
no stranger to bloodshed
or the drives of men
in a Southern sawmill town

That Carolina dawn
came tender
and 2 white girls
raped and murdered
led to a black boy’s door

You were 14
no stranger to bloodshed
or the drives of men

In newspaper photos
eyes caved with wisdom
lips without question
a child resigned
to a man’s fate

In 1944 the
lives of black boys
were worth nothing
and George Stinney, Jr.

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