Poems from harmm
Your knee is on my neck
Hands handcuffed behind my back
I'm on the ground
I'm cooperating
I'm not resisting
But I cannot Breathe MOMMA!
I...
Because their was a gun
Our black Americans are dying
Left and right everyday of the month
Just because he looks like your suspect
doesn't...
We are many shades of color.
We carry the most fear.
The guilt in the elimination of those who are us of coloured.
You will never know.
Mercifully you will never feel that tremendous traumatic terror on your heart.
You should never be held at gunpoint...
He wakes up. And gets ready for the day.
Just to go to the store and end up dead the same day.
He was socially accused but no evidence.