NINE Nine Minutes I Fight For Life In an instant my body is slammed to the ground Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Exclaims from the public echo all around Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am unarmed, handcuffed and I pose no threat Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Enforcement of this kind is unlawful, do you have no mercy, nor any regret? Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am pleading with you, please stop! Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Emotionless is the expression of every standing cop Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I lay here helplessly, one against four Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Excessively this Officer pins me to the floor Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am in excruciating pain Nine Minutes I Fight for Life Explain why you have chosen my soul to claim? Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I hurt until I bleed Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Executing your act of violence, as I cry and plead Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I cannot breathe, I cannot move, I only feel Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Encourage this Officer to remove his knee, from where he kneels Nine Minutes I Fight For Life I am doing all I can to hold on Nine Minutes I Fight For Life Every cell in my being is fighting this wrong Nine Minutes And I Will Not Survive I love you family, colleagues and friends Nine Minutes And I Will Not Survive Eventually My Life Ends. REST IN POWER GEORGE FLOYD 25.05.2020 Bio: Anneka Chambers (she/her) is a Black British Born Londoner. She is a Poet & Social Justice advocate, currently campaigning for the rights of the Windrush Generation in the UK. Anneka’s poetry can be found in South Bank Poetry Magazine, Isa Magazine, Brave Voices and Dwelling Literary amongst forthcoming publications. Insta: @22poetrystreet Twitter: @annekachambers #StopTheHate Poetry Challenge for Social Justice, Injustice Poetry, Essays, Rants & Unity
Able & Sable Hearts in Color & Deed
The world is a stable filled with creatures both able & unstable.
Those who are able have hearts capable of empathy towards their community.
But those who are unstable have hearts so sable they cripple humanity.
Their differences define a life of dignity for the rest of humanity.
Able hearts play their parts sorting people by acts
not words in the name of equality & justice
But sable hearts take part in breaking people’s hearts
sorting them by color to spread terror in the name of service.
Able hearts have peaceful minds that analyze words
to sort what they fear from what they see or hear.
But sable hearts have broken minds that pander to their fear
blinding their eyes with what their hearts steer.
Able hearts are driven by compassion to foster good even if late
because for them right and wrong are black and white.
But sable hearts are driven by obsession to spread blind hate
because for them freedom is a bait to catch black enjoying whats white.
Able hearts will do what’s fair because they care
But sable hearts will just be there to hunt those unaware.
Like day and night, one is light bringing wealth
the other is dark with crime bringing death.
Show me a man who ran & I’ll show you fear from those near.
But show me a man who stood his ground & I’ll show you justice.
There are many George Floyds and Breonna Taylors out there
but sadly there are few who truly care or dare
to say times have changed yet sable hearts haven’t
Because right and wrong are not the only black & white
In a world where grey is for those who chose to bray
blind lies to hide behind a colorful rind.
In the end, hearts and minds dictate the kind
of life we lead not our colors because we all bleed Red
So how can color decide who is good or bad?
We are all one; color is just one kind of human kind
I’m sure we can agree that deeds can sort the human kind.
Stop the hate poem Below the lambent candor of periwinkle sky Beneath redolent shades of sovereign sun In a garden of remembrance lays a Martyr Farther from littered complexities Yonder of stinking grudges Away from leaking old bottles of comparisons Mildew and rotting timber of America's foundation Off the beaten track Floyd breathes beyond color of skin Where grief ceases to be transient And shuns mute palette of emotions At the end of rainbow where they each call out and Say their names There rests a harbinger of hope and change. Bio: Doctor by profession. I'm a Crochet Artist, Art Tutor Writer of Children's Stories, Philanthropist. Poet. Published. Passionately reads & writes poetry. Art Lover. Bird lover. Dreamer and blogger.Published on 'Tide Rises Tide Falls' & on Medium with A Cornered Gurl @ACG @Scittura Fevers of the Mind Poetry on WordPress Silver Birch Press The Organic Poets A frequent VSS prompt writer on twitter My poems run on theme of love, reflection and philosophy of life. ArtinCrochet on Twitter @sarikajaswani