Breath

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All I ask for,

is to 

be able to 

breath.

And this is 

not about 

asthma.

I don’t want 

to be 

scared

of my soul

leaving my

body

under a

desk.

I don’t 

want a heavy 

backpack,

that is meant

to keep me

from fading.

I don’t want

to have to run

from a 

human with

a gun.

And yes, 

they are human,

too.

I don’t want

my life to 

end,

with me

staring into

the eyes,

whose intentions 

is to force

me to

vanish.

Our nation

is bleeding.

And I wish

for nothing more

than to be

able to 

breath.

I have 

hope,

that our

people

will be

the tightened 

sock to

our nation’s leg,

which will

keep it

from spilling

more 

blood.

If I 

die

because my

body could

not take the hate

inside the

bullets,

breath for 

me.

Live what 

I won’t,

say my

words,

and love

each other.

Above all,

love.

That will

stop our

people 

from bleeding. 

And then you

will have 

honored me

and the rest.