I can't breathe

I can't breathe.
I begged them to stop.
They didn't stop,
not even when I called out for my mother.
By then it was too late.
I would never have guessed
that I would become the face of change,
the face of rebellion and centuries of oppression.
And to others, I was just a junkie and a thief
who deserved his fate.
I was a human being,
I had a name.

The death of George Floyd at the hands of the police was followed by widespread protests.

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