Member Poem

I was walking down the street
When I saw a man on the ground saying “I can’t breathe”
On his neck rested a knee
I looked at the man who’s knee it was and said
“Hey! Are you blind? Can’t you see?”
“This man is telling you that he can’t breathe!”
You’re cutting off his oxygen supply
Get off!

What’s that?
He’s arrested for a counterfeit twenty?
So what?
That’s even a lot of money
Is that how little you value this man’s life?
Look down at what you’re doing
Stop it!
Jesus Christ!

Come over here I’ve got a twenty
Matter of fact
My car’s got a whole lot of counterfeit money
Oh you’re not gonna kill me too?
Is it because I don’t look like him
Go ahead try to play it off
You must take me for a damn fool

Look at me
I'm an alien
I can change my color just like that
Don't kill him just because he's black
Don't try to act like that's not the reason
We all know race is why you're doing this
It's just a fact
I bet you your son or daughter would never be treated like that