You Can't Breath Poem by Shihab Kumbidi
You Can't Breath
Under your knee,
You slammed my neck,
My pleas were suffocated,
It was raining sweats and tears,
Where my sounds were sprouted,
Mixed them with soil,
Soil was waiting for seeds,
You tried to mute my words,
I know the black clouds
Are the beginning of rain,
My Breath was a first whistle
Before Tempest!
Closed my eyes to ignite
Long simmering Volcano!
You can't breathe,
Those days are coming,
I will be resurrected,
I will be echo of many sounds
It will heal many wounds,
Your boots will be the wastes
In the gutters NY City,
You stifled this planet's right
To revolve in my starry nights,
Do you know?
Shining of stars depends on
Darkness of sky.
My last breath was a sunset,
Promising the birth of
A bright Morning,
This state is going to realize
Dark colours absorb heat,
More than light Colours,
They will bring back everything
Our slogans thirst for,
Dreams are blooming here,
Whereliberty will not be
A name of Statue.
Please BLACK African American we usually write African American only, then we know what is meant by that, but you added the word " Black" here (see your Topic(s) . That is too much, Shihabudheen. BUT you wrote here an excellent poem on the occurrences around Floyd. Congratulatiions for Poem Hunter's choice as The Member Poem Of The Day.
Under your knee, You slammed my neck, My pleas were suffocated, It was raining sweats and tears, Where my sounds were sprouted, Mixed them with soil, Killing in the name of race...... horrible.. tony
A poignant rendirend set aside for honest reflection. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
My last breath was a sunset, Promising the birth of A bright Morning, .....beautiful poem penned; poem of the time being.....congrats for being selected as POD
I can't breathe Yes, I can't breathe Because in this world Human still bringing up the racism in the safety womb of heart Human tolerates still the discrimination by the religions Human loves the inhumane aristocracy, the snobbery in the deaths of poor Yes, I can't breathe Here, on this earth, still human prefers to the colors of the body skin Human is still not taught by the conscience of universal humanity
I can't breathe Though I don't wear tight mask I can't breathe Though I am not confined in the bottom of dark grave
Racism raising its ugly head with tentacles, suffocating the innocent people, is a matter of grave concern. An intense and poignant poem exposing the truth. Hearty Congratulations Poet Kumbidi for the well deserved POD.......10
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5/5/2024 10:50:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well composed poem of the day. Simply touching. Congrats on your featured piece....10++++