I can't breathe.

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I can’t breathe 
The world watched 
This blue take another black life
His knee representing millions more
George, another link in the chain 
Suffocating the breadth of history 
Didn’t even seem to phase the man who swore 
To protect and serve 
But it’s never bothered most of those
Who benefit from these old ways

But all lives matter they say 

I can’t breathe
The ventilator is doing its best
To replace her COVID lungs
Another virus spreading and stealing
Spreading ignorance, stealing unity
No more masks they chant
Because, ironically, they can’t breathe 
At least not like they are used to 
And they have rights you know

But all lives matter they say

I can’t breathe
Were the last words
That slipped from his lips
Hanging from the rope
Clinging to his rainbow flag
And equally colorful heart 
His dad forbade him from using 
Because the Bible does too
He preached the only thing worse
than slavery Is being gay 

But all lives matter they say 

I can’t breathe
Trying to keep the water out
Trying to keep his head up
While the boat sinks
Along with his dreams
On the way to the land of opportunity
That told him he wasn’t welcome 
Because it’s already full of people
Too different and too needy 
And it wants to be great again

But all lives matter it says 

I can’t breathe
She cries from under him
I know there’s a lot to see
But don’t forget about me
Bearing the weight 
of his toxic masculinity
In my bedroom
You like it he lies
and my boardroom
You can’t be CEO he sighs

But all lives matter he says

I can’t breathe
the poor plead
Under the weight of corporate greed 
I myself can’t breathe 
Under the weight of ignorance and pride
And I feel guilty because 
I can 
In privilege and fragility and 
supremacy that I abhor 
And benefit from at the same time

I can’t breathe
It’s Jesus this time
If he’s somehow alive 
he must be living in hell
Constantly begging for life 
while his followers steal it from him again.
Repeatedly killing this poor guy. 
Who probably wonders why
They still don’t listen to anything he ever said
Too busy worshiping the dead 

But don’t worry they pray. 
Dear god show us the way
Jesus come back soon
They plead in the most ironic way

It’s hard to see 
When you have your eyes closed

But all lives matter they say.

This poem appears in the book Anger Zen.

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