I Can't Breathe Poem by Theresa Peters

The knee to my windpipe
Pressing down tight
I can't breathe
Gasping for air
As I cling to the last few memories of life
The sounds around me grow fainter
As I begin to lose my sight
I can't breathe
Is he hearing me?
Fighting to stay awake
If he could just move his knee for Godsake
So I can catch a break
I can't breathe
My words don't seem to emanate
Please man
I can't breathe
Fighting for my last breath
As my lungs are giving way
He doesn't seem to care much
As he presses down even harder
I can feel every move as he thrusts
His knee blocking my airways
I can't hold out much longer
I wonder how my son is going to feel
When he sees his father
Struggling to stay alive
Clinging to the hope of him
But I really can't breathe
Terrified that I won't make it
Hoping they'll hear me this time
I can't breathe
My last words
As I lay with my face
Pressed down on the asphalt
I feel it coming
Today is the day I die
The perspective of George Floyd
Being a black guy