Reggae Magnet Poet Free verse

I Can'T Breathe

I cant breathe
Because you do not hear
My voice pleading.
My heart bleeding
A brother, a sister grieving
For the loss of life
That you have taken
Not in mistake
But in wanton evil

I can't breathe
When you should understand 
my plight. my suffering, my blight
At your hands, your fists, your knees
Choking, thumping then deceased
In a swift act, another life is stolen
And then the mourning

I can't breathe
When I am anchored to the bottom rung
No hope of stepping forward 
Only way is down
My future finished, before it began
My destiny drifting in a cloud, 
In uncertainties
In soliloquies of redemption songs.

I can't breathe
Of the heartache caused
Newsflash!! another live lost.
To the hatred and indiscretions
Of an evil, dated in the past
Of post colonial dominance
Hoping, slavery will last

I cant breathe
That from the cradle to the grave
You denied  me
Opportunities and growth, that defines me
Brutality and pain you prescribed me
An in the stench of my suffering you plied me
With pain and hurt that riled me 
Not thinking of the consequences
You start
to 
squeeze
holding my breath,
my uttering,
With my last breath, I plead.
Mommy, hear my prayer
He is killing with his knees
Sinking to oblivion, with my last breath
I yield, 
Let me breathe, 
Let me breathe.

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Paul Howard August 1, 2020 at 2:38 PM This made me cry,

Indiana Shaw July 30, 2020 at 9:01 PM He gave his last breath graciously, there is a lot to be learned about his life and how he turned it all around for God, R.I.P Bro . . . : (

Caren Krutsinger July 18, 2020 at 2:16 AM It is so terribly sad. There was no way I could have ever watched that video. I have no idea how his relatives could bear it.

Mark Koplin July 16, 2020 at 7:30 PM Great poem Reggae! I was there in Minneapolis today where George was murdered

Eileen Manassian June 17, 2020 at 12:36 PM Yes! Speak your truth. Let all hear. This is a powerful piece. Full of angst and pain. Hopefully.... hopefully change will come. Till then we must keep speaking... writing.... Thanks for your visit to my page.

Katharine L. Sparrow June 6, 2020 at 5:10 PM Your heartbreaking piece literally vibrates with anguish laced with the fury of centuries of injustice. This is, hopefully, a pivotal moment in our nation's history, at long last. Time will tell. I only hope that your third stanza does not represent you, personally. Someone who writes as well as you has surely made something good and admirable with your life! Excellent poem, it really pulls up emotions that justly follow such a horrific death. Reggae Magnet June 7, 2020 at 5:42 PM Thanks Caroline, the third stanza is not me at all but I was feeling it for the lives cut short without accomplishing what they would have liked. thanks for your appreciation.