George Floyd,Rest in Power
I never knew you
but I met you for the first and last time on video
You had the knee on your neck
You couldn't breathe
Your murderer had his hand in his pocket.
He didn't care how you felt.
He didn't care at all..
Most of America watch you die,right in front of us
right in front of me.
Minneapolis is currently protesting and rioting
looting has taken place
The businesses burn to the ground
The same ground where your blood seeps into asphalt forever.
The Two American headed dragon has reared its ugly race/face.
Currently I'm scared to death
driving this truck across America, delivering the goods.
Am I'm next to get a knee to the neck?
Was i born to be a martyr also unnecessarily,
to be a poster star of police brutality,black movements and church prayers?
That's kinda fucked up if you ask me.
And really fucked up for you George Floyd.
I waited a day to write this,so I wouldn't be so angry.
But it's not working..I just became angrier.
Before hand I thought I knew my purpose for writing poetry.
But due to your untimely death..I know now why I write.
It's my responsibility for the people to know your name
In this written word forever.
Rest easy George Floyd..