"Summer 2020"

BY RUDOLPH WOODSON

I can't breathe, it wasn't covid-19,

it was a cop's knee in his neck that was killing his dreams,

He was treated horribly, nothing like a human being,

If he were a dog it would be viewed as mean,

He was handcuffed, not like he was fleeing,

Three other cops stood by acting like they weren't seeing,

In the police it took away my belief,

how could they ever conceive,

That what they did was right, and there would be no relief?

Like he was protesting, the cop took a knee,

as if to say Black Lives don't matter and watch me go free