What About My Baby?

Someone grabbed another girl today and everyone seems to care.

Maybe, it's because she has blue eyes and long flowing blond hair.

The media is going crazy and they keep sending out Amber alerts.

We are told this child is special and continually reminded of her worth.

But,

What about my baby? She was also special and she too had worth.

What about my sweet girl? Where were the concerns and continual alerts?

Is it because her skin was brown and her hair was not so blond and fair?

Is it because we live in the inner city where cops and people don't care?

My baby was only 15 when she left school and never made it back home.

The officers said she ran away because I worked and always left her alone.

The officers claimed that black girls often run away with boyfriends and older men.

They said, "It will be only a matter of time before she gets bored and comes home again."

I started to scream and argue so they took me into a room that had no clock to mark the time.

I asked them to run an alert, but they said they had to make sure I was sane and not talking out of my mind.

They assigned detectives to ask questions, so they could investigate my story and state of mind.

However, I could only think about them not sending an alert and all the wasted time.

They asked if I did drugs? No! "Can you send an alert?"

They asked me if I had men around? No! "Can you send an alert?"

They asked me if my child was pregnant? NO! "Can you please send an alert?"

The officers were not satisfied so they came over to my house to judge if my daughter's story had any worth.

After going through my house the lead officer spoke with a somber tone:

"We believe you have a daughter that lived in this home. However, we don't think she was taken so issuing an alert won't bring her home. More than likely, she is rebelling as young black girls often do, and she will be home shortly when she starts missing you."

They left me there in tears with nowhere else to turn. I walked the streets and didn't sleep regularly for weeks, praying for my daughter's return.

Two years have now passed and I pray that my baby is somewhere ok.

I still cry over her baby pictures and miss seeing her face every day.

So many black girls are being snatched and no one in this nation seems to care.

However, today they quickly found that young white girl who had blue eyes and flowing blond hair.

© Eddie K. Phillips