I Can'T Breathe
“I CAN’T BREATHE!
Ya got my arm twisted
I have six kids
A wife I need.
Man I can’t breathe!
Get your knee out my back,
No reason for me being attack
On a New York street.
I CAN’T BREATHE.
How was I bothering you officer
I’m just a misdemeanor offender.
I sell cigarettes on streets
Cheap,
I’m not some murderer,
And this calls for being
Strangled and battered.
I’m asthmatic, hear the wheeeze,
Your Illegal choke hold
Is crushing my throat
Say man, I can’t breathe.
You twisting
My neck man QUIT THIS ****.
Doing number two
In my pants
WHAT DID I DO TO YOU
To cause all this?
I CAN’T BREATHE,
Don’t mean to be belligerent
But you’re killing me with your knees.
Hope nobody sees me like this,
A grown man spitting spit
As you cops make me piss
And they not hearing me.
Feels like drowning slowly,
My skin scrapping off on the ground,
Images fading now.
EMTs milling around shaking me,
No heartbeat.
My mother begs me to follow her
And I believe
She knows what’s best for me.
But all will remember
Me, Eric Garner’s
Final plea,
I can’t breathe” .
Copyright © Michael Hawk Moore | Year Posted 2014
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