Nina.

a sadness laid to rest in her eyes
and a deeper sadness dug
its way into the pores
of her thick black skin

she’d look down                defeated
and her cheeks would follow

she was shunned away
shamed for the very thing
she so defended                       shamed
for giving our race a voice
and every night         when you went home
to the wives and husbands that you made
sweet                      deceitful love to
she was left standing                      alone
with nothing but that raw unseasoned
voice                      a Bösendorfer
and her fading bruises for company

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