I Can’t...I Can

I Can’t...I Can

By

Curtiss L. Hayes, Jr.

I can’t walk, master took feet so I could not flee

I can’t feel, going numb from hanging on this tree

I can’t see, pepper spray, stings like a bee

I can’t breathe, the cops, they’re choking me

I can’t talk, the courts won’t let me speak free

But

I can pray on my knees alone everyday

I can tell people there’s a better way

I can be an example as I pass this way

I can encourage you not to sway

I can speak this truth; one day the evil will pay

Penned June 14, 2020

Copyright 2020

Curtiss L. Hayes, Jr.