Starts with a “bad cheque”
Next thing he knew – Police cars, cops and hand-cuffs
Resistance landed him face flat on the ground
Like a blood-thirsty hound
A knee was placed on his neck to keep him down.
So the story continues
“Please” (pleading curtesy) – we saw two armed men against one
“I can’t breathe” – the video became a viral infection.
That’s not the worst part
“They’re going to kill me” – and they arrested his heart
Then the status updates began…
That’s when you became “that cop” (there were two)
You took action against the wrong man
For spectators, you got down on one knee
“Aww, a marriage proposal” or was it a plea?
You held the ring tightly, hoping she’d say “Yes” and stay complacent
George Floyd was his name
How do you stand up for him, petition after petition, post after post?
And that’s not what hurts the most.
Droping out of school due to failure to complete online exams,
You become the “standing cop” – watching, impassive
No one says anything, no status update, no post, no noise
We move on.
It’s a marriage proposal gone wrong
Your nonchalance is suffocating her
“I can’t breathe”
But you hold tighter to the rings of her Trachea
Implying “You will die here”
With ideologies and fallacies that she’ll manage exams on an empty stomach
That she’ll manage even though COVID means no electricity, no water, and no income
“They’re going to kill me”
How is it so easy to speak for a man you barely knew?
Simply because he “kind of” looked like you
Yet there is injustice in your home
For a person who is “exactly like” you
Your attitude is “screw you”
And you killed him.
Everything seems to diverge into a complex myriad of jargon. This is university – one idea has a million meanings – each of them right and each of them wrong. Your knowledge is questioned and you have no idea who you are anymore. In fact you trudge through the days wondering if this was the freedom and the love they promised. The love of your life – you look at him – he smiles – you look away and remind yourself that “you don’t have time”. You cannotafford to fail! It hurts – but even for such mere emotions, you are not capable of sparing the mental nor physical strength. “This is not life”, you sigh knowing that regardless of the turmoil, the target must be reached.
Like a paradox, this is the best time of your life. Because what you don’t realize is that, the extreme lows, make the highs heightened. Your thoughts are arrested but yet liberated to a world of possibilities. They tell you that the truth will set you free but first you must be it’scaptive. So even though it’s bad, you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the word, because when it’s good, it’s Great! Nothing compares to the thrill. The rush. This is not life. This is the dream!
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