Poem for George, and the new slavery, COVID-19. I can’t breathe

Poem for George, and the new slavery, COVID-19. I can’t breathe

Poem for George, and the new slavery, COVID-19. I can’t breathe

Let me died before I am killed.

Sixty years still a political, economic and cultural slave, I saw George, he is my despair.

Victims to a virus that may kill me, victim to a racism, it will kill me.

I petition for human and racial equality, it condemned me, a schizophrenic, a dyslexic, a nigger.

A lockdown, personifies slavery, social distance, white racism avoided I imprison myself.

Misdiagnosed by a white Eurocentric science, I am ‘watermelon’, I am ‘picaninny’.

Beaten by the knee, the feet, the medication, of the white man, I AM DREPATOMANIA.

I hear voices of my self-destruction, diabetes, high blood level, body functions in decline.

I seek a public enquiry, black men murdered, imprisoned illegally in cells of mental health.

A memorial to Bennett, Riggs, Lewis, to those who suffer similar fate, Malcolm and Martin,

A white privilege, exchanged for humanity, renders an illusion of a psychosis I see.

African women watch, their pain obsolete, the African family, broken, mystified as uncivil.

I am eugenic, I am subhuman, I am MBE, member of black exclusion, my anger, my counsel.

A survivor of racialised exclusion in the research of one’s own pain, white science the expert.

Relegated to a position of selling the pain of your misdiagnosis to white researcher as capital.

A call for a lived experience of being black, denied in a biomedical containment of my anger.

Edward Colston, psychiatry that is the modern slavery that kills me without remorse.

I cannot breathe unless racism is treated as a mental illness that kills our Community.

It is the Covid-19 virus of white supremacy that will kill my soul and my spirit.

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Live me die, before I am killed