I can't breathe!
This wind of racism no more.
Not because my lungs are weak,
Not because my words can't speak,
Those painful scars on the backs of my ancestors
Or those scars of discrimination on my face
That is hidden from this world,
So the future me won't absorb
The pain of being black.
So those fake smiles
Written on my face,
With no judging spirit,
From your cracking skin,
Will last for another day.
The only difference between the day and the night
Is because of the light.
The only difference between you and me
Is the color of my skin.
Let go of the hate!
Let go of racism!
And embrace my skin!
I can't breathe!
This wind of racism no more.
I can't store those tears
Crying in silent for many years.
My bones need to fight
For all those souls buried in dust of silent
Because of your wicked thought,
Because of your burning flames of hate.
You're killing us like preys,
Silent our cries for justice,
With those same deceiving words,
Our ancestors,
Those great fighters,
Couldn't found in their dictionary covered with dust.
Love!
Peace!
Justice!
And Democracy,
I thought were the commandments
For Freedom.
I thought my skin was loved by you
Black don't crack,
I thought those words were true.
I can't breathe!
This wind of racisms no
For so long your justice system
Has rejected my calls.
They hang my emotions like used cloth,
Outside their windows
And asked my tears not to drop.
They took everything from me
Because of my skin
And told this busy world that am at fault.
That I drink too much!
That I first instructed my bullet
Out of my innocent gun!
That my skin was a host
For deadly diseases
That could take life out of their soul!
That my skin was a poisonous food for scavengers,
Not a meal that should be served
To strangers!
This justice system doesn't know,
How much pain this black skin has installed.
This justice system doesn't know,
How much scars of hate
That this black skin failed not to store.
All they know about me from history
Will decay with fossils
Of negative thoughts
Starting from today.
The only thing they will see,
Will be lite of smokes all over their cities.
The only thing their skin will feel,
Will be hat of revenge from the sun.
No justice!
No peace!
Nothing at all!
But those same scars on my face,
I felt,
When the day welcome me and asked,
If I could store the pains?
If I could stay and fight for change?
I can't breathe!
This wind of racism no more.
That was created when you first saw my skin.
Even with stains of blood you caused,
Even if history reject to write your racist thoughts,
The sun will never stop to romance that same skin
You first saw.
I want justice for my skin,
To be free from scars of pain!
I want my skin to be seen
As black when the sun hide its face!
I want my skin not to be
The defendant of racisms or discrimination,
But to feel the breath
Of peace, love and freedom,
When justice starts to speak!
Cause I want to breathe
Fresh wind of peace
So this black race
Will not stop with me!
~END~
Written By
Samuel Prince Moody
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
I can't breathe!
This wind of racism no more.
Not because my lungs are weak,
Not because my words can't speak,
Those painful scars on the backs of my ancestors
Or those scars of discrimination on my face
That is hidden from this world,
So the future me won't absorb
The pain of being black.
So those fake smiles
Written on my face,
With no judging spirit,
From your cracking skin,
Will last for another day.
The only difference between the day and the night
Is because of the light.
The only difference between you and me
Is the color of my skin.
Let go of the hate!
Let go of racism!
And embrace my skin!
I can't breathe!
This wind of racism no more.
I can't store those tears
Crying in silent for many years.
My bones need to fight
For all those souls buried in dust of silent
Because of your wicked thought,
Because of your burning flames of hate.
You're killing us like preys,
Silent our cries for justice,
With those same deceiving words,
Our ancestors,
Those great fighters,
Couldn't found in their dictionary covered with dust.
Love!
Peace!
Justice!
And Democracy,
I thought were the commandments
For Freedom.
I thought my skin was loved by you
Black don't crack,
I thought those words were true.
I can't breathe!
This wind of racisms no
For so long your justice system
Has rejected my calls.
They hang my emotions like used cloth,
Outside their windows
And asked my tears not to drop.
They took everything from me
Because of my skin
And told this busy world that am at fault.
That I drink too much!
That I first instructed my bullet
Out of my innocent gun!
That my skin was a host
For deadly diseases
That could take life out of their soul!
That my skin was a poisonous food for scavengers,
Not a meal that should be served
To strangers!
This justice system doesn't know,
How much pain this black skin has installed.
This justice system doesn't know,
How much scars of hate
That this black skin failed not to store.
All they know about me from history
Will decay with fossils
Of negative thoughts
Starting from today.
The only thing they will see,
Will be lite of smokes all over their cities.
The only thing their skin will feel,
Will be hat of revenge from the sun.
No justice!
No peace!
Nothing at all!
But those same scars on my face,
I felt,
When the day welcome me and asked,
If I could store the pains?
If I could stay and fight for change?
I can't breathe!
This wind of racism no more.
That was created when you first saw my skin.
Even with stains of blood you caused,
Even if history reject to write your racist thoughts,
The sun will never stop to romance that same skin
You first saw.
I want justice for my skin,
To be free from scars of pain!
I want my skin to be seen
As black when the sun hide its face!
I want my skin not to be
The defendant of racisms or discrimination,
But to feel the breath
Of peace, love and freedom,
When justice starts to speak!
Cause I want to breathe
Fresh wind of peace
So this black race
Will not stop with me!
~END~
Written By
Samuel Prince Moody
Wind of racism is a spoken word poem talking about racism
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