Robert Nyaanga Poet Free verse

I Can'T Breathe

On the ground held by the neck.
My air pipes blocked.
What the hell is happening?
I can’t believe I am dying.
Dying, just because of my color
Where do I leave my kids?
Where do I leave my mama?
Where do I leave my wife?
I can’t believe I am dying.
Dying, just because of my color.

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Preta Peace Namasaba July 10, 2020 at 12:38 PM This is an amazing write. We all need to breathe. I wish people in authority knew this... Robert Nyaanga July 13, 2020 at 2:18 AM Thank you Namasaba such kind words. A world full of oxygen is yonder

Reggae Magnet June 9, 2020 at 12:57 AM thanks for your contribution in this discourse. We all need to breathe whether metaphorical or actual. Robert Nyaanga June 9, 2020 at 1:25 AM Thanks friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu May 30, 2020 at 12:44 PM Hello Robert Nyaanga, life should not be this way. All people should learn to live together peacefully. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu May 31, 2020 at 11:39 AM Hello Robert Nyaanga, yes we must all earn to live together.People should learn to get along. Enjoy your day my friend. Robert Nyaanga May 30, 2020 at 1:18 PM Thanks. 'We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools' MLK

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 30, 2020 at 6:21 AM Succinct and potent ink. Hopefully change will come at last. Denial has to stop somewhere. Affecting ink dear poet. ~mo Robert Nyaanga May 30, 2020 at 7:32 AM Thank you. Hope for a better tomorrow keeps us moving.