Four little girls, ripped from the world.
All Black, all precious, forever little girls.
The right of life stolen
In favor of all things White
And hung to remind those
Whom were not of their places.
Their lives to be counted at
Fodder, kindling, for
The Fire Next Time,
As they were found together,
So we find ourselves the same,
Among the rumble of loss,
We still remember their names.
Cynthia. Carol. Denise. Addie Mae.
Forever together, forever this way.
Four little girls ripped from the world.
All Black. All precious. Forever little girls.