Guest Blog 2: “8 Minutes 46 Seconds“ A Poem By: Mydra L. Kelly, MSW, Mydra’s Musing Blog

8 MINUTES 46 SECONDS

By Mydra L. Kelly

(Contact Mydra L. Kelly at mlkmskelly@gmail.com)

(C) Permission to reprint with attribution to the author Mydra L. Kelly June 8, 2020

Help me, I can’t breathe.

Officer please get your knee off my neck, I can’t breathe.

Why do you hate me so? I can’t breathe

I’m a man just like you, stop holding me down, I can’t breathe

I am not going anywhere, I can’t breathe

Doesn’t anybody care? I can’t breathe

Can you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth? I can’t breathe

Systems please, I can’t breathe

Mr. Please, I can’t breathe

Can I not live in fear that my son or daughter may not come home just one day? I can’t breathe

Mamma I did not do anything, I promise, I can’t breathe

Daddy, why do people hate us so, I can’t breathe

Brother there must be a better way, I can’t breathe

Pastors are you taking time to pray, I can’t breathe

Mr. President, I am not a hoodlum, I am a woman, I am a man, I can’t breathe

Does anybody understand? I can’t believe

For God sake I’m only seventeen! I can’t breathe

Grandma, you said if I just did the right thing and trusted God, but I can’t breathe

Why has my journey been so hard? I can’t breathe

I got my education, finished high school, and went to college, I have intellect and knowledge, but I can’t breathe

Man, I got three degrees, including a masters and a PhD, and I still can’t breathe

I made six figures, and I drive a BMW, but I can’t breathe

I got an Emmy, Grammy, and Oscar, but I can’t breathe

I’m snug away in the Hollywood hills, but I can’t breathe

Mommy, why is my daddy in jail? I can’t breathe

Brother how come this world feels like hell, I can’t breathe

I moved uptown, and I can’t breathe

I stay downtown, and I can’t breathe

I moved out of town, and I can’t breathe

God, I did no crime and I’m still sitting in this cell doing time, I can’t breathe

They cheer for me on the court, on the track and on the field, but I can’t breathe

When I sing the room goes silent and everybody feels, but I can’t breathe

I even made it to the palace, but I can’t breathe

I entertain them but this is for real, I can’t breathe

I treat their illness and try their cases, but I can’t breathe

Will I ever heal? Is anybody real? I can’t breathe

Lord, I am so tired, I can’t breathe…

I got hired and then got fired, would you please take your knee from off my neck, I can’t breathe

Can I get just a little bit of respect, I can’t breathe

I built this mug, but I can’t breathe

I fight on the frontline in war time holding the American flag, but I can’t breathe

I’m on the force and I made captain too, but I can’t breathe

My uniform is blue, but because my face is another hue, I can’t breathe

I have been the HNIC, leading the country, but I can’t breathe

I OWN my own network, studio, and all my royalties, but I can’t breathe

I got Jesus and paper, but I am still not free, I can’t breathe

Brothers please, please stop killing me, I can’t breathe

Drug dealers please set me free, I can’t breathe

This happened fifty years ago, five months ago, two weeks ago, three days ago, just a minute ago and I still can’t breathe

Mama, please, I can’t breathe

AIDS, Hypertension, and diabetes I can’t breathe

Exxon please, I can’t breathe

Cancer and COVID-19, I can’t breathe

Baby please, I can’t breathe

Boss please, take your knee off my neck, I can’t breathe

Mr. Governor I don’t get a welfare check, I can’t breathe

Sista, don’t you see, Brother please help me, I can’t breathe

White woman, Asian woman, Latino woman, where are you? I’m your son and daughter too, I can’t breathe

Mama please, I can’t breathe

Black People please, I can’t breathe

Dr. King, I can’t breathe

Mr. Policeman please, I can’t breathe

I am a human being, I can’t breathe

White people please, I can’t breathe

Ancestors please, I can’t breathe

Church people please, I can’t breathe

America please, I can’t breathe

All over the world, little black boys and girls are crying, help me

Lord, please, I can’t breathe

God it’s not just George Floyd, but it’s me

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe…

(C) Permission to reprint with attribution to the author Mydra L. Kelly June 8, 2020

You may contact Mydra L. Kelly via email at MLKMsKelly@gmail.com, Realtalkwithmydra@gmail.com; leave a voice message or for bookings call (225) 267-7877 or read her blog on Mydra’s Musing on WordPress.org . Mydra L. Kelly holds a M.A. Degree in Clinical/Medical Social Work from Tulane University and B.A. Degree in Social Work with a Minor in Psychology & Communication from Southeastern Louisiana University. Mydra L. Kelly is a Master Level Social Worker, Former Clinician, Life Coach, Dynamic Writer, Singer, Actor, Producer and Entrepreneur. She is published staff writer with the Baton Rouge Weekly Press newspaper https://www.brweeklypress.com. She is the host of the Real Talk with Mydra on the Mydra Kelly radio show, and the moderator of Real Talk with God live call in interaction. Mydra L. Kelly is available for writing assignments, speaking engagements, acting, musical gigs, workshop, training and conference offerings.

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