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Trussed

By Calpernia Charles
May 25, 2020
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A country built on fears

made of multiple tiers

causing mothers

to shed tears

because others

cannot contain their scares

 

We cannot ‘run’ free

that’s now news to me

for when they see me

in the land of the free

they somehow still

see – property

 

I step out of line

wrong place – right time

the body on the ground

looks just like mine

but it’s not a crime

No – not this time

 

Shackles removed from

hands and feet

nooses and bodies on trees

you will no longer meet

but our lives are snuffed out

with a thought and a squeeze

 

In this land sitting pretty

the brave ones roam free

preying on human beings

like maggots and fleas

dictate to me

just who I should be

in the land of the free

not built for people like me

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2 comments

  1. Joanna 26 May, 2020 at 23:14 Reply

    Not built for people like me, but built by people like me.
    Oye! Ting to make yuh blood boil!

  2. Torland L. Charles 27 May, 2020 at 11:06 Reply

    With the rash of stories over the past 4 months and the most recent one of the murder of George Floyd this piece is more relevant now than you can imagine. You piece, if read back in the 1950s or today, is sadly contemporary and until this society changes it will continue to be. Thank you for expressing truth in words and taking, head on, topics which make others cower.

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