i can’t breathe

i’ve made a mosaic with the blood

from marytrs,

my brothers and sisters have spilled,

i’ve waited in agony for change,

but my voice is silenced,

and my family is being killed.

and when we react violently,

we’re met with retaliation,

and when we tell our side of the story,

“it’s an exaggeration”

i’m tired of seeing myself die,

everyday i see myself die,

and in the mirror i barely exist,

and i watch with my eyes on the tv screens

as i read from all the lists,

of the countless brothers and sisters

that have died in uncertainty,

from the countless brothers and sisters

who have become a part of amerikkka’ s story,

and when i look outside,

i see myself on that screen

and when i pray on my knees

that the world will change,

i can’t breathe

i can’t breath

i can’t breat

i can’t brea

i can’t bre

i can’t br

i can’t b

i can’t…

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