I CAN’T BREATHE
The gun rests on a trigger-friendly fingers
Some got lucky because they’re pale.
What`s justice? A tempestuous riddle.
Frightened by the coloured skin,
You stroke the fire of white supremacy.
Scarred by your bigotry,
I can’t breathe from the injustice I’ve inhaled.
I wear so many names now,
But, I shall be stronger.
The hate you give shall be within you.
I can’t breathe!!!
My stomach hurts!!!
ORUBOR ECSTASY GERRARD