Reversal - A Poem by Harold T. Respass
Needles pierce white skin, pain within, extinguished in an instant.
That high, makes them fly, helps them live, then they die.
Pills unavailable, they’re unassailable, and easily acquire the dope.
Those with dark skin, locked in, for decades with no hope.
Black problem, crime problem, put them in the pen.
Whites dying, mothers crying, sign the legislation.
Opioids fill the void, oh no, get the Congressman.
Crack takes me back to a time of broken promises.
Death rates rise, open your eyes, give us the solution.
Solve it now, tell me how, please make us great again.
Black mothers, grief smothered, the cells filled fast.
Whites die, ahead of schedule, no, this can’t last.
Content of character is what should matter, but no.
Black life, white death, and the panic starts to grow.
Data shows, power knows, that trends have reversed.
Addiction afflicts all. Who knew? How perverse.
-Harold T. Respass