Help I Can’t Breathe

Gunshot, sirens, smoke, and non stop noise filled my Sunday afternoon, well into the evening. I sat on my bed and listened to the chaos and destruction happening in my own back yard. Fire trucks, police sirens, and helicopters roaring in the air. “All I want to do is rest, have some peace and a good nights sleep,” I said to myself. But I get it, the pain is immense, but this is not the way!

Yes, this was happening in my own backyard. I am afraid to open my doors and go outside. I fear for my black sons who can not leave our home, go outdoors and enjoy live life. I worry constantly about my husband, brothers, cousins and friends who must leave their families, get in their car drive to and from work. Driving while black is a death sentence you know. I hear them screaming my name, “Mom help, I can not breath.”

What will it take to show we are human? We are people who deserves to live. Although I feel this pain and this is my reality, rioting, looting and burning down our communities will not solve the problem.

But get this, we need to be heard! We must be heard! Please know that I have a voice! My life matters as do the lives of my people.

George Floyd said, “help me please, I can’t breath.....”. The world heard it and you did nothing. You let him die.... No, you killed him and the rest of us with him.

Signed,

Burdened!