Cant breathe

Someday I’ll have to ease up, remove my feet off the necks of those who didn’t believe me , re-introduce myself to the ones who couldnt, reclaim the throne for the ones who won’t , say my name ...right, And for the ones who don’t, Toe tag em, leave em where they don’t bag em,…

“I cannot breathe! I cannot breathe,” a black man, George Floyd shouted as a Minneapolis police officer pinned his knee in place on his neck.

Breathing is so universal and continuous that it can be easy to forget about—until we can’t do it anymore. Then it becomes symbolic of life itself. We take special note of words that are carried on final breaths, and sometimes we even cherish the physical substance of the breaths themselves.