I Can’t Breathe

I can't breathe.

Your noose of hate,

constructed of words meant for love tighten around my neck.

I can't breathe.

I tell you over and over.

My cries fall on deaf ears-

programed from ancient scrolls.

I can't breathe.

The bullets you shot into my lungs,

when I was only trying to live.

I can't breathe.

Your hands pressed firmly over my mouth.

Because it's better for you to not hear than to listen to the truth.

If it's better for that I can't breathe-

then I will keep breathing.