In Memory of Sophia King
The dove weeps for a soul that was lost.
It is the ultimate cost.
So many more it fears,
the hollow cry of Sophia’s tears.
Here cry long before the day that she died.
Before she swung by on her ride,
“Tis the O’le Ship of Zion. Get on board, Sophia King. Get on Board.”
Survivors point their fingers towards the bottomless pit of shame and degradation.
I can even see the tears strolling down her cheek.
She’s praying for those who are mentally weak.
Or disabled. Or challenged. Or whatever we are going to label today and cross out tomorrow.
Do you mind if I whisper something in your ear, “Can you truly hear Sophia King’s tears?”
I can hear them as loud as the trumpet is silent.
I can see them as clear as the water is dirty.
Every time I see the Vietnam vet on the corner talking to his dog.
And I see the short yellow bus that everyone at school makes fun of.
It’s like a thorn in my side.
Why hide in the backroom like they did your Uncle Leroy?
Remember how they labeled him “special?”
I hear the melody of her crying and moaning,
her naked body fell to the ground that caught blood.
Feeling the hate that stopped the love,
Sophia heard the echoes of the weeping doves.
Police are left shrugging their shoulders.
Mental healthcare facilities are shaking their head screaming, “No!”
But I will shout , “Yes!”
You put a bullet in my sisters’ chest.
You pointed said, “She had rocks in her head.
Now she lay dead.
I’m longing for the day when Sophia’s tears can be wiped away.
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Candice Bledsoe is the Founder and Director of the Cutting Edge Action Research Center in Dallas, Texas. This organization conducts research in schools and community organizations to promote academic excellence and social change. She will also teach in the Masters of Liberal Studies Program at Southern Methodist University.