George Floyd your life mattered. Your death sparked a movement. We will not forget. (Your sunset: 25 May 2020)

I CAN’T BREATHE
His voice reached back over 400 years to the belly of slave ships
Summoning the plight of fore-mamas and -papas
Black bodies snatched from homeland stacked up for export
Crammed in places too cramped for air
Constrained. Pressed. Till urine leaked, undignified
Shackled and restrained from neck to feet
Black bodies stretched out beneath deck, unseen

Too dark to see
Too constrained to touch
Too dense to be heard
Too putrid to breathe in

I CAN’T BREATHE
His voice reached back 46 years to the belly of his mamma
To summon the space he’s always felt protected, safer
Invoking relief from the indignity of shackled wrists
Pinned under the knee-weight embodiment of bigotry and racist hatred
8 minutes:46 seconds
Breath. Of. Life … deliberately snuffed out, stolen
Black body stretched out for the world to view

Too riotous not to see
Too palpable not to touch
Too loud not to be heard
Too blatant not to breathe in

I CAN’T BREATHE
Ricocheted off sidewalks from cities and towns around the globe
Escaped the lips of mamas, papas, sistas, brothas of every age, color and creed
Galvanizing protests undaunted by a pandemic
Bodies of all races stretched out, collective voices shout
Demanding revolution, transformation, radical alteration

Too multi-ethnic not to see
Too seismic not to touch
Too forceful not to be heard
Too copious not to breathe in

I CAN’T BREATHE
Ignite change … too enormous not to see
Ignite change … too radical not to touch
Ignite change … too disruptive not to be heard
Ignite change … too transforming not to breathe-in

Change.

So.

I.

Can.

BREATHE.

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In creative solidarity, Dee