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THE ULTIMATE PRICE


THE ULTIMATE PRICE Ever felt much weight on your neck That makes it feel like you can't breathe? You can't move your neck? I have I can't breathe I'm struggling finding the balance between life and death I've been handcuffed by humans But it feels like a monster is on me I got so much to say but despair whispers and tells me, "Don't speak" I been living on earth but today they go strangle me and I'll live in the hereafter I can't breathe I been lost in mind for a minute, I'm searching for something to do I look right at the ground and I cry, I'm helplessly in pain Earlier I wish mum should have passed away Now she be alive to see her heir gone To the land where none ever did return I got all of these people around me but I do feel the pain alone They are helplessly threatened Then I reflect and wonder Is this a fellow human on my neck I have begged and cried Yes, I've wept Does he have stone for a heart Have I earned all these Or I'm I ilk to Eric Garner I die like he in the Bay Street I can't breathe What's my death-deserving crime? Being born black! They put Garner in a chokehold while arresting him That's how he died I'm told And he died for being black But if being black is a crime Why not convict me For being black And sentence me to death In a procedural law court I can't breathe I'm not even tired, but this is dampening I'm drowning in pain, it's getting too deep This weight is enormous I'm crying for help but don't nobody see I've been screaming for life I'm hurt, my hearts full of rage And blood clots are it its edge My death is a book that they can't even read They didn't read I can't Breathe; A killing on Bay Street By Matt Taibi I've been beeding on every page Our people killed too young, We're tired of commenting all on their page We just said a prayer for one survivor of cops purge and another had his breath cut short Today it is me May I know if it's better in space I hope that you hear while I pray To God me say For on way me is I can't breathe I'm pressed against the ground I'm no longer struggling between They have ensured I've drown, but they didn't know who I am I will die and they wont live forever My blood will water the tree of hope My death give life to equality My burial bring systemic racism to deathbed I rest in peace not a deadbeat bastard But a symbol of equity I will rest in peace and blessings For with my blood The 'land of the free' will be cleansed ©DMN, 2020
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DMN MUCHUI

Humble humanbeing built on character and succored by God. Bibliophile. Poet. Storyteller. SDG4 advocate.

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