Black Lives Matter

85 3 1
                                        

While I'm lying on the ground
Your knees pressed into my neck
My hands tied behind my back
Your gun pointed to my head
While I'm crying and I'm pleading
Your finger steady on that trigger

Now I'm bleeding...
Now I'm bleeding...

Tell my mother that I loved her
Tell my father that I'm sorry
Tell my sisters that I need them
Tell my brother that I miss him

Now I'm bleeding...
Now I'm bleeding...

My voice traped inside my throat
While you rip away my coat
My hands in the air
But you don't really care

Now I'm bleeding...
Now I'm bleeding...

Tell my mother that I loved her
Tell my father that I'm sorry
Tell my sisters that I need them
Tell my brother that I miss him

Now I'm bleeding...

Now I'm bleeding...

Book of PoetryStories to obsess over. Discover now