Ain’t nobody writing about this
… maybe the words don’t come. I’ve been thinking of not much else since I first heard about it on Tuesday. But I don’t have many words. Just a heavy heavy weight … all over. No words.
I grew up about 4 miles from this house. I don’t live there anymore.
All those women. All those dead women… in the articles I read they are bodies. Dead bodies. Corpses.
All those women. Somebody’s somebody, every one of them.
And I’ve been reading the articles… as much as I can stand. The article in the link is the first I’ve seen of mainstream media news reports that say anything about missing women.
All those women. Somebody’s somebody.
Somebody noticed they were missing.
Somebody told somebody.
But nobody looked around and said – damn, that’s an awful lot of women missing.
An awful lot of black women, from the looks of it.
All those women.
Somebody was looking for them. Looking for their mother, their sister, their daughter… their somebody.
But nobody listened to them.
Or at least, nobody saw a pattern.
