I CAN’T BREATHE
Heaving, sighing, pressure mounted.. Squeezed tightly choking.. My colour so tinted, so avoided.. The melanin creating the fuming..

I CAN’T BREATHE

By Marxie Douglas

Heaving, sighing, pressure mounted..

Squeezed tightly choking..

My colour so tinted, so avoided..

The melanin creating the fuming..

 

My hoarse voice only a deep whisper..

Calling out amounting to desperation..

Losing the strength so faster..

So voiceless to this affiliation..

 

It’s aching, pain agonizing..

It’s unbearable, I can’t breathe..

My soul stigmatized and leaving..

Struggling and gripping to teeth..

 

It’s absurd this prejudice..

Stigmatizing every breath fiercely..

Anytime there arises a chance..

Breath is strangled so anonymously..

 

#@daggie the Poet.

5/6/2020.

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