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COVID-19 presented respiratory challenges to the world. If that wasn’t difficult enough to live through now, I am George Floyd. Unable to breath, I sleep with the light on tonight, wondering if there is any light left in America. And just like that my heart split in two, stained with black grief + ache for my black kind. My African people. My American brotherhood. My family. I cry. No longer able to numb myself from reality. If there was ever a challenge with loving each other - as black & brown people - my prayer is that it cease. No matter our peculiarities, differences, social status, *** last name... I LOVE YOU and I see I must continue each day loving my black & brown people- stranger or familiar- with each sun rise and every sun set. I won’t let my fear of the unknown prevent me from loving you. For my next eight minutes + forty six seconds may be my last breathe.
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May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
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COVID-19 presented respiratory challenges to the world. If that wasn’t difficult enough to live through now, I am George Floyd. Unable to breath, I sleep with the light on tonight, wondering if there is any light left in America. And just like that my heart split in two, stained with black grief + ache for my black kind. My African people. My American brotherhood. My family. I cry. No longer able to numb myself from reality. If there was ever a challenge with loving each other - as black & brown people - my prayer is that it cease. No matter our peculiarities, differences, social status, *** last name... I LOVE YOU and I see I must continue each day loving my black & brown people- stranger or familiar- with each sun rise and every sun set. I won’t let my fear of the unknown prevent me from loving you. For my next eight minutes + forty six seconds may be my last breathe.
George Floyd, BLM, 2020
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33/Two-Spirit/San Francisco, CA
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
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