IN MEMORY OF GEORGE FLOYD

YESTERDAY,

I had been in the Atlantic,

In my dream, inside the Atlantic,

Then in my dream,

The white silky Atlantic opened it's door,

Not to let me in, but out,

Then I stepped out,

Outside the Atlantic,

Outside,

It was as black as George Floyd was,

On it was written,

We Are Black But Deep White Inside.

LAST NIGHT,

I had a dream,

This time, I was in the Sahara,

Inside it,

With rattlesnakes and vicious scorpions,

Then the Sahara opened its doors,

Not to let me in,but out,

Wow! Outside the Sahara,

It was a riveting bright white,

So pure and white, like the policemen who killed Floyd were,

On it, nothing was written to warn,

BLACK: We Are So Black But Pure Inside

By; Kenneth Sikuku