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  • Writer's pictureQuania Love Jones

I Can’t Breathe.

As I gasped for air a sharp pain instantly attacked my stomach.

I can't breathe.

The last words said before he dies and those very words were amplified.

I can't breathe.

In 2020 We watched George Floyd murdered in front of our eyes.

I'm a God-fearing woman but how could I not despise the slayer.

This can not be defended by any naysayer.

I can't breathe.

The world was witness to something my mind did not want to believe and wasn't sure how to perceive.

I can't breathe.

Quickly, my heart began to break as my thoughts began to race.

This man could have been my uncle, my brother, or better yet my father.

I can't breathe.

Now I'm hyperventilating.

Everything around me begins to freeze as I remembered Eric Garner. The words began to spin.

How is this happening again?

I can't breathe.


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