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How easy it is for a Black life to be taken

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“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe”

Eric Garner said. George Floyd said

Who is listening?

Who is thinking?

Who is cautioning?

Justice, injustice

Even roughed edged stones

cannot burst tears from those inhuman snatching eyes.

Inhuman strangleholds

That flesh in a clinch

That breath in a grip

That blueness, that numbness of death

slowly inching. Snapped without a sanity thought.

How easy it is for a Black life to be taken.

What goes on in the mind of those pinning down innocents?

What goes on in the mind of those being pinned down?

Or being shot at

Or being pulled over

Or being arrested

Being accosted

Being accused

Being lynched

Burned

Murdered

Choked

Raped

Extinguished.

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Anita Nahal
Anita Nahal

Written by Anita Nahal

Poet, flash fictionist, human, mom, renaissance woman, peace/yoga seeker, professor, dreamer, dancer, rain lover, night owl or early bird poetry writer.

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