My breath is taken away slowly
A death that couldn't be worse
I think being black was more of a curse
How can a human with flesh and blood
Deal with spilling my blood over and causing a flood
It pains to see the evil deeds of man
For someone else's furry of black
I had to pay the price with my life
He didn't even think of my kids and wife
How many lives will you take
All for what sake
And at what stack
But it doesn't matter does it
As long as you eat
No one else matters
It's fine
You will pay for your crime
The day will come
My death will not be in vain
But these voices will be heard again
Voices of those hurt
Treated as dirt
Every soul will rise from ashes
And one day I will to.
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2020 - A Poetic Pandemic - Part 1
PoetryA year we wish to forget but will always remember. The struggles, pains and joins of 2020 through the eyes of a poet ...
