For George Floyd: A Breath Carried Forward
They pressed the world into your neck—
and still, your name rose higher.
You, a man with dreams and flaws,
became a mirror, became a fire.
Nine minutes burned
into the conscience of a nation.
But you were more than a moment,
more than a viral lamentation.
You were a brother,
a father,
a friend with a laugh full of sky.
Not a symbol.
Not a martyr.
Just a man who shouldn’t have had to die.
Yet here we are.
You became a breath passed hand to hand,
a heartbeat we vow not to waste.
Injustice was loud that day,
but so was your grace.
May we rise in your memory,
build not statues, but bridges.
May every child breathe freely,
across borders, through fences and ridges.
George, your name is a candle and a compass.
You lit the path,
now we must walk it.
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