Dedicated to George Floyd’s Family
I’m dying from pain in this hypercritical world;
I have to camouflage my tears, so I cry in the rain.
Why should I change, when no matter what I’ve been through,
or who I’ve become, they treat me the same?
They, the killer police; they, the injustice system; they,
the selfish, crooked politicians and; they who sympathize with them,
While we, the innocent victims; we, the judicially neglected;
we, the people murdered by the hands of they, who should
be rendering us protection;
And I ask, why do we have to live like this,
walking with signs beside babies that come up to our thighs,
holding up a clenched fist,
next to Whites with confused views,
tired of straddling the fence, but peep this…
We’ve been in need for years like this;
Held down by that knee for years like this,
Haven’t breathed for years like this,
yet we are still here and will be for years like this,
Powerful we are… 8:46.
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.