Sadly 70 years later,
The same problems revolve.
They choke us until we can’t breathe,
Because that’s the only way to get the problem solved.
Why do I worry if a traffic stop,
Can turn fatal or flawed.
It’s 2020 and the color of my skin,
Still worries you all?
They say it’s not about black and white,
But I ain’t believing the blogs.
This passage is what Eric Garner felt,
Before his last breath was absolved.
IT seems like they only wanna come together,
When times get hard.
But Covid-19 could care less about race,
It’s affecting us all.
So to all the countless victims of racist genocide,
I send my condolences.
And ask the powers that be to use,
Your platform to create a metamorphosis.
Feel My Pain
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