The Voice of the Slain Black Man
Thank you,
Mr Officer for showing me
The devil is alive an real
Your cruelty is what makes
A Black man constantly bleed
It doesn't matter if I am raped
Or I cant breathe
Your errors are classified as third degree
You are praised for making
A Black man bleed
This law is unjust and so unreal
'Jesus please',
This Spirit have me on my dying knees
While chanting satan make this Black man bleed
On the floor he whispers
You want some more
While my blood is poured
Mr Officer, I can't breathe
I would appreciate if you release me, ' PLEASE'
Lift your knees and give me ease
So I can live
To say, Jesus Forgive Him
'Please'.
Copyright © Scarlette Howard | Year Posted 2020
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