Chicago Strangled

Following is a poem recently rejected, but again, I feel the topic is too important and must be shared. I live in Chicago and there has been an increase in missing and murdered women of color in the city. This poem highlights 50 plus murdered women of color, all of whom have been murdered under similar circumstances, and their murders have gone unsolved.

Chicago Strangled

One was found in a garbage can
Another was found in an alley
Abandoned buildings, and vacant
Lots, set ablaze from South Side to
West Side, and no one has seen
Anything, how many was it last?
Fifty-one? Or, fifty-five, missing
Then murdered, well, they won’t
Yet say murdered for all, some
Look into their eyes and they will
Tell you things, and they will ask
You to mourn heavier, for they are
Not saltless tears, they are women
Of color blessed by Windy streets
Who have been defiled, so vile their
Deaths at hands so careless, and
Television screens remain silent
And you don’t know their names,
Do you? And sometimes a city will
Lose its soul, upon a city, and these
Our Stories of Murdered Chicago
Women whose murders remain
Untold portraits of a killer who lingers
There’s no evidence they say of
A serial killer or any killer, but their
Bodies were all found miles apart
Siblings in death, brutal and unsolved
Empty, evidence will lead you to
A monster who waits, and four
More died today, died tomorrow
Lay her down on smooth silk, for
One was found in a garbage can
Today