#icantbreathe
Remember when we burned
down the federal fences
and let a black family in
a white house built by slaves -
man, the fire was hot
and the smoke smelled like freedom -
but that was then, and here we are
not so much later, the rails are made
of iron like the fists of a dictator -
the smoke burns my eyes, man -
and now - I can’t breathe.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 5:59 AM UTC
Don't ask me if I'm okay
Because I am not
I'm lucky enough to breathe,
While so many cannot.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
The world is one
Problems don’t get noticed
Until they escalate
Racism doesn’t get shown in the news because it’s bad for the ,,right” people
People who cause trouble often think their selves are more important
They may have more power
But that doesn’t give anybody the right to be racist
The world is one
We should fight together
Skin colour doesn’t matter
People should see more than just the person in the mirror which is the right one for them
The world isn’t equal
But the people should be treated equal
equALLity for the world
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
Today, we fight many battles.
How has it gone so far?
Injustices rule;
Stand up for yourself, risk death.
We gain nothing through violence.
Our dignity is tainted.
Random acts of goodness overshadowed.
Living becomes indefinable.
Death is felt with the warmth of blood.
“I was attacked.”
Suffering being witnessed and felt.
“I barely survived.”
Now people need to watch their backs.
Fury prowls the streets,
Until justice is served.
Remember when we used to be free.
“I arrived home safely.”
A "Good Morning" text is now feared.
Today it can be exactly what it is.
In a few days, it's a death notification.
Now we need to fight together;
Great powers require big forces.
Many will fall. And
Eventually we will all rise.
(Take the first letter of each line and make a sentence.)
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
what would you do
if you breath was stolen
and not in a good way?
what would your last words be
if a gun was against your head
and you couldn't breathe?
what would you say
before the water went into your lungs
and you only had seconds to live?
what would you do
what would you say
if you couldn't breathe anymore?
if the air became poison
and you couldn't breathe
all you could do was watch your family
fall one by one?
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
And if my lungs continue to suffocate me,
I will let it over take me.
I will just close my eyes,
And maybe someone will hear me say goodbye.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
I changed my mind.
I'm not doing it anymore.
I don't need to add anything else to everything that's drowning me.
Two weeks would be hell
And I don't think it will make me happy.
I just won't be happy period.
There's not much I can do about that.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
I can't breathe and I don't know who to talk to and I just feel so hollow and lonely. Another one of these moods. It's happening again, and I feel like I'm worthless and living is pointless and I just am so sick of feeling alone
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
it isn't all black and white
the choke-hold of history
shades of red and brown
paint the scenery, too
the documented imagery
forgotten in the fray
a little big horn playing mournful
songs as the cavalry marches on
to the tune of galleons and guns
no passport required
when the port was young
émigré and immigrant
displacing native sons
who also once were pilgrims
breathing in the sun.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
I Can't Breathe
Suffocating
In a country
That could give
A good God ****
About me.
Drowning in a society
That doesn't see the signs.
That doesn't believe
That the darker brother
Has the right to justice.
That simply condones
The mistreatment
Of an entire group of
Human beings.
I tried to walk away.
I tried to surrender.
It didn't matter
Because now
I really can't breathe.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
you ask me what it's like to be black
and i'll tell you it's a warm soulful fulfilling feeling
like a pair of new Chucks on the hot pavement jumping scotch on a busy summer day
eating cool iced pops and not ever being afraid
and smelling the warm carmel cake cooling on the stove
and the togetherness on a Sunday evening in grandmama's home
but you ask me what it's like to be black
in america
and i'll fall silent of conversation
because as you see history repeats itself
i don't understand why there is still need for explanation
in deep adversaries and hateful unappreciation
here we stand to be questioned by an authoritative negation
and ignorant folk,
why do you ask me such things?
why are you people mad?
why is it about race?
and i'll ask you, why does the caged bird sing?
is he not entitled to his song or his wings?
as green as the earth and as blue as the sky
i will only explain to an ear willing to listen
to a being with a sound heart and a firm mind
because as God as my witness we were created as equal
and for that given right we must die?
i will sit back and in turn ask you why;
i bet you couldn't say
and maybe we will all learn the answer some day
so join me in prayer will you?
join me as i pray:
*to the children of Chicago
who can't go out to play
to the sons and fathers of
Missouri and Florida and New York
who will never again see the light of day
to the mother's pain that may fade
but won't ever go away
to the hateful people and their hateful words and their hateful ways
God won't You heal their pain?*
they're so hard on us, Lord
now we're hard on ourselves
and on our knees we have fallen
needing guidance and help
because it isn't about being privilged
or living for the light we're consumed in
being black in america is no longer about being accepted as black
it's about being accepted as human.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
You are now torturing me on purpose, i swear it.
Because now you are with her around every corner that i ever occupy, every hallway that neither of you ever walked down until now.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC