Wood Nymph
A Tragic Murder
in memory of Netha Barnwell
She was 84 years old.
Her forefathers were slaves.
I loved her very much-
Now she is in her grave.
Her children went to college;
She wished for them a better life.
I can not stop grieving and
I will tell you why.
It was not an accident,
it was not a natural death.
This loving and kind woman
suffered to her last breath
She saw a familiar face
and invited him in her door.
Netha did not know
her life was no more.
He beat her. She was so scared.
He bludgeon her to death-
with a crowbar stabbed in her head.
*A sister was in her bed very sick
and confined to oxygen.
He bludgeoned her also.*
She was 84 years old.
Her forefathers were slaves.
I loved her very much-
Now she is in her grave.
Her children went to college;
She wished for them a better life.
I can not stop grieving and
I will tell you why.
It was not an accident,
it was not a natural death.
This loving and kind woman
suffered to her last breath
She saw a familiar face
and invited him in her door.
Netha did not know
her life was no more.
He beat her. She was so scared.
He bludgeon her to death-
with a crowbar stabbed in her head.
*A sister was in her bed very sick
and confined to oxygen.
He bludgeoned her also.*
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A Tragic Murder
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