i can't bring myself to move.

i can't write down another rhyme,
speak another poem
or breathe another line
about what we as a people
must do,
in order for us to rise.

i can't cry another tear
for Oscar Grant
or any other innocent black
man
with hands tied behind
his back,
or mourn the souls
of nameless faces,
whose lives have been
callously taken
at the hands of these racists,
with untold stories never to
grace front pages
of newspapers.

i can't form the words
that should, at this point,
be branded into memorization .
i should be able to speak them
just once more
eyes closed,
mouth fixed
in repetition.

i should,
but i can't.

so yea,
fuck the system.


rip oscar grant.