Written July 1, 2020 (Elderwriter class exercise- freestyle poetry) Edited today
They Can’t Breathe
The sadness they feel
Is heavy, like steel
No bending or breaking
Will they ever heal?
Say their names
One by one
Their lives are gone
By a pointed gun
Say their names
There are more than three
Their lives are gone
By the weight of a knee
~RuthScribbles aka Ruth Klein
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I like the rhythm and construction of this, the story flows so well, and in spite of its deep grief, a beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much
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My pleasure Ruth
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So sad Ruth..In South Africa it’s farm attacks and home invasions.. A young pregnant wife a few days ago..knifed to death!! Just doen’t stop..
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No… it doesn’t stop.
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It’s a heartbreaking truth. Can we ever change?
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One by one? Maybe. White people must become anti-racist and help fight the racism in our system.
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I hope so. I know that things have gotten better but I don’t think the kind of world I want to live in will be here even when I take my last breath.
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A few things have gotten better in spite of the hate!
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Thankfully! 🙂
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