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I’m curious, George.

Not the primate animated; the monkey.

Did they see you as a cartoon monkey?

Was the significance of your pain apparent or were you not real to them?

It‘s a skill to them how they can kill and kill again instead of bring healing.

Protect and serve is the motto, but so many lives are thrown down the grotto, their motto is hollow/

I cannot follow their command to grovel/

Certain communities used to be profitable, now it’s profitable to use them as a brothel

Black wall street, black bottom, now black halls creek, blacks rotting, cause they’re seen as rotten/

Elite plotting, plotting a course for more active inaction and less talking to get real action/ affirmative?

Aye, aye, captain. It is time to turn and burn again, a bunch of burning men; ‘merica will never learn, again.

Getting stern when oppression begins to burn and progression aggression is the main agenda; the elite condescending, but, on both levels, what you expecting?

Progress to next levels are next when congressional settings ignore depressive settings

Big pharma dispensing poison covered by doctoral ploys when they really the “real McCoys” of the dope game so many enjoy and employ to avoid accountability; Oh Boy!

George Floyd! My boy; your boy: THEIR BOY.

Generations of girls and boys known as GIRLS and BOYS even when adolescent noise been gone

This ethnic stigmatism been wrong; envision the winning when they could simply sign their names:
Mr. and Mrs. as the human individuals God created from the beginning

If you think been winning and don‘t have pain from George missing or don’t have a vision to cook up healing in the kitchen; you‘re distant and likely the link that‘s missing

What a thought, you, with your hate, is what it will take to create change, once your hate disintegrates

I hate, when it’s right to. Jesus felt this too.

I hate hate, but I don‘t hate you even if you love to hate, thinking it’s great. Though your stance
grates at my nerves, you can‘t destroy our worth and so like Jesus do, | forgive you and love you;

Derek Chauvin, so bold when, your knee bent on George’s neck for over 547 seconds, with no help for him

Constraining sin is like constraining wind; only with Jesus can we win.

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.

Steven L. Nicholson is a poet from Detroit who is incarcerated in Mississippi.