“I can’t breathe,”
He said,
And the choke held,
And he couldn’t breathe,
Until he couldn’t live,
We can’t breathe,
We are dying,
Everyday,
Physically,
Mentally,
Emotionally,
The choke holds,
Until no air can pass through bruised lungs,
Until no life can fill our vessels,
This is all part of the plan,
The slow deflation of lungs.
Tag: justice
Impeachment
I have been bucking this system,
From before it’s inception,
Been chanting for change,
Demanding justice,
But now this President takes the stand,
And I have nothing new to add,
My hands have done their work,
I take my leave,
And watch the process,
Still ready to picket should I feel moved,
And though I have little faith in justice here,
I still have
Hope.
Incarceration
Your glory
Is tangled up with my fear,
Is cast from the cuffs on people my color,
I hurt knowing this is how you think
Justice looks,
I would implore you
To look again,
But I realize there are blinders
That would prevent you
From seeing things like me,
I don’t want to make your mind like mine,
I just wish you could see,
The invisible ink that’s colored
A corrupted system,
In its very design,
I fear the locked doors,
Because in this system,
It would not be hard
For one of them to be mine.
But the Law Says
“But the law says…”
And so we never question right,
Nor wrong?
Assuming authorities have already mapped
It all out,
Foreseen the future,
And been unbiased parties in the development,
In the execution
Of said rules,
We are just meant to heed
What our overlords say,
Never question whether blind Justice
Has truly yet made her way.
Quote, Do not be daunted
She of Letters 