A Dying Wish
Mr. Policeman:
I, Georgie beg of thee ...
may I pull my neck out
from underneath your knee
Dear, Mama:
I have a nervous boy Floyd feeling
something fatal
is ‘bout to happen to me
Mr. Policeman:
Badge rudely, you trigger temper ask
how do me premonition know
of a fearful, teary future gravely cast
I see a [s]mothering vision
asphyxiating me
And I’m all choked up,
crying fetal prone feebly:
“ I can’t breathe!”
“ I can’t breathe”
“ I can’t breathe”
Mr. Policeman:
Tho’ your blue mercy
leaves me
inhalation hope empty
I, Georgie beg of thee ...
please let me whisper goodbye
to my deceased mother
with premature burial grief
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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