I Can Breathe, IF You Let Me
I Can Breathe … IF You Let Me!
Woefully, from the days of our patriarch Kunta Kinte, to this century;
They have tried to strip us of our name, our dignity and our ethnicity.
It’s people like us and the weight of an unjust system that’s the problem;
They are sorely hindering our men and women, our people’s emblem.
The constant victimization is stifling, suppressing, and suffocating;
For the strength of beautifully coloured, melanin skin, we are suffering.
What is it? Is our overwhelming culture threatening their ‘supremacy?’
What’s their cause? Is this their statement, “Our life here is like vagrancy?”
Why!?! Why are so many significant people and organisations silent?
For our people also was justice, impartiality and equal rights surely meant.
They wilfully allowed a dog much more privilege than our melanin people;
They gave us “equal” opportunities, but at every corner, placed a steeple.
They cry intimidation, resisting arrest and feeling threatened, out loud;
But, it’s a solemn travesty that our people struggle just to strut proud.
When we hold our heads high, they kneel on our necks, to break it;
Every people give benefit, but, as a divided ‘world’ we can’t profit.
When will they get it? When will this blatantly racist anarchy end?
“I can’t breathe;” this gut-wrenching tweet everyone needs to trend.
“Black lives matter” just as much as every other life, most assuredly;
These grave injustices must be speedily eradicated and not voiced implicitly.
Rally people, rally! All people! We need thorough System reformation;
Our people’s dignity, ethnicity, and rights have suffered enough deformation.
By: Dion Penville
Copyright © Dion Penville | Year Posted 2020
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