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, sex, last name... I LOVE YOU! 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.
[Vol.2],
Noah James (@inoahplace)
