Breonna was a daughter.
Breonna was a sister.
Breonna was an Auntie just like us.
Breonna was a woman just like us.
Breonna was a BLACK WOMAN like many of us.
Breonna was goal-oriented.
Breonna was building the future she wanted.
Breonna was in love.
Breonna was loved.
Breonna was 26.
Breonna was Twenty-Six.
Breonna was Twenty-Six Years Old.
Breonna had only lived a quarter of the life that was possible for her.
Breonna was murdered.
Breonna was killed.
We should not be saying Breonna was...
Breonna is your MOTHER...
Breonna is your SISTER...
Breonna is your AUNTIE...
Breonna is YOU...
Breonna is ME...
Breonna is all of us...
At what point is enough, enough?
At what point is Justice & Equity given to Black bodies?
At what point put will our optimism not be in vain?
At what point will they stop dehumanizing Black bodies?
At what point will Black Women matter?
At what point...
I'll tell my children about you...
I'll tell my children about the year 2020 when the world stood up and burned and your name was written across the embers...
We're sorry...and we won't stop fighting for you.