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I can’t breathe when you look at me like I’m a piece of….

I can’t breathe each time you cross over the other side of the road clutching your handbag tight

I can’t breathe when the security guard follows me around more than anyone else who has come to shop

I can’t breathe when I have the qualification but my shade brings disqualification from the position

I can’t breathe when:

My very existence is denied

My darkness I cannot hide

First Class i’m not permitted to ride

In the shadeless I cannot confide

A lamb to the slaughter am I

Your knee pressed on my throat leaves me wondering why

You hate me so much that my hopes, dreams and spirit must die

But then I remember this is not how the story ends

For there is coming a day my Saviour will come with healing in His wings


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