Giclée Reproduction – Limited Edition
This limited-edition Giclée Reproduction of Marvin Espy’s self-portrait, now enhanced with his powerful original poem, Dropped, is designed to spark meaningful dialogue on race, love, and humanity. With only 30 reproductions ever made, this exclusive piece is a rare opportunity to own a work of art that educates and inspires.
8” x 10” Giclée on matte paper
Printed with 12-color archival ink, rated to last 100 years
Individually signed, numbered, and dated
Comes with a Certificate of Authenticity
“Dropped”
Original Poem
By Marvin Espy
If I get dropped by a cop
Give me a dope hashtag
Then pray for the man’s badge
The tumor is malignant
Metastasized in all its systems
If I get stopped by a cop
At the routine spot
Say the wrong thing
Shots fired, and I get dropped
Record it, while the gun is still hot
Don’t let this movement stop!
If I get dropped
Don’t pray for me with sympathies
Pity the cop on his knee
I’ve already made peace
Mercy for those in this world
Where hatred and sin never cease
If I get dropped
I come out on top
I’ve already been to my knees
I’ve seen the cross
Where the Lord took my spot
And he won’t let His movement stop
Funded by every crimson drop
Loving me for who I am
Forgiveness for what I’m not
Giclée Reproduction – Limited Edition
This limited-edition Giclée Reproduction of Marvin Espy’s self-portrait, now enhanced with his powerful original poem, Dropped, is designed to spark meaningful dialogue on race, love, and humanity. With only 30 reproductions ever made, this exclusive piece is a rare opportunity to own a work of art that educates and inspires.
8” x 10” Giclée on matte paper
Printed with 12-color archival ink, rated to last 100 years
Individually signed, numbered, and dated
Comes with a Certificate of Authenticity
“Dropped”
Original Poem
By Marvin Espy
If I get dropped by a cop
Give me a dope hashtag
Then pray for the man’s badge
The tumor is malignant
Metastasized in all its systems
If I get stopped by a cop
At the routine spot
Say the wrong thing
Shots fired, and I get dropped
Record it, while the gun is still hot
Don’t let this movement stop!
If I get dropped
Don’t pray for me with sympathies
Pity the cop on his knee
I’ve already made peace
Mercy for those in this world
Where hatred and sin never cease
If I get dropped
I come out on top
I’ve already been to my knees
I’ve seen the cross
Where the Lord took my spot
And he won’t let His movement stop
Funded by every crimson drop
Loving me for who I am
Forgiveness for what I’m not
