Death is a funny thing
Loosing oxygen slowly makes your ears ring
Denial filtrates your thoughts as it slowly sinks in this is your last breath
How do I tell this officer that his actions are hurting me
How do I tell this officer that his actually choking me
How do I say bye to this Earth knowing that my melanin is reason that I'm leaving
Cant see you that black people are grieving
Not for deaths the of Innocent children nor the lives of our mothers, brothers and father's
We grieve the pain of being black
We grieve never being accepted
We grieve that we will never be attractive
We grieve stolen opportunities
We grieve human rights that are given at birth but stolen at a courthouse
We grieve the prison cell that has stolen our freedom
So as this officer takes my last breath
I ask that you not grieve my death but celebrate my life
I ask that you look in the mirror and see beauty
I ask that you whisper the words I love you
I ask that you celebrate being black
I ask that you accept each other
I ask that you grab opportunities whether they object or not
I ask that you claim the rights that were once given at birth
I ask that we pray for the cell that you call a home
Most importantly I ask that you forgive the officer that kills me
For hate will only be handed over to the next generation
For they will only suffer the same fate
I want my death to mean something
Something that inspires a signal
Not one of distress
Not the alarm that signals that you are underarrest
I want my death to signal the black woman in labour to raise a Nelson Mandela
Our fathers to raise men.
The black man that sweeps the street to sweep away injustice
The thug on the corner to be a soldier of love and peace
The daughter that dances in the music videos to move us forward
Let my death end the struggle of hate
Let my last breath be the rebirth
I ask that you pray for the officer that ends my life
For he does not know the pain of loosing a strong black man
However he will know the curse of killing one
He may justify his actions but can he really justify it to one that created me?
He took my last breath
But
He did not take my last request
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Black Strong
PoetryThis poem is about the strength and endurance of an average black/man/woman/child. It celebrates our journey and reminds of our past The current situation in the world has exposed how hard it is for black people in general. Human rights are meant fo...
