Kayla D. Turner

When I look around my home, it is impossible not to see

Living environments unfit for the lowest vermin to be

When I look around my home, my heart cannot help but break

My people are living in the cruelest of nightmares,

And it is as though they will never awake.

Treated like animals and so animals we have become

With bitterness and ignorance proving hard to abstain from

When I look around my home, lacking in more ways than I can bare:

Lacking hope, lacking wealth, lacking strength, lacking love

But I pray—to my God above

I pray for Hope. That life can grant Wealth, rather than merely destitution and help us find the Strength to remember Love.

Dedicated to my Black people of the Mississippi Delta