Breonna. Shot without a case, a human disgrace. How can you say this wasn’t about race? Her body cannot be replaced. Breonna. A mother’s screams fall on deaf ears, as the sirens turn into nightmares. Crucified because her skin wasn’t fair or because you didn’t…

Taking your voice And giving it – but not away To others Who are less fortunate And can’t afford To have their own Yours will be heard Will echo – far Carrying their lives That some of them Live not by choice