I cannot breathe. 
Your knee hard on my neck, 
The pain is excruciating. 
I have gone too easily, 
Like my forefathers, 
Just black dust in your hands. 
For slavery never died. 
This black eyed monster 
Dares to rear his hideous head, 
Again and again, powerful, protected.
And so the murders continue. 
My fate stamped by creed and colour, 
The bloody chains of my ancestors 
Too heavy, dragging me down, till I cannot breathe. – June 2, 2020.

* In memory of George Floyd.

** Meera Badmanaban reads The Malaysian Insight.

* This is the opinion of the writer or publication and does not necessarily represent the views of The Malaysian Insight. Article may be edited for brevity and clarity.