As I write this blog entry, my heart is heavy. The death of George Floyd is a tragedy seen too often in the US. I was born and raised in Minnesota, the state where this unspeakable incident took place. I have never lived in Minneapolis, but it was the location of the childhood church that I attended for 18 years of my life.
This blog entry is unique. It is a poem that I have written to question the violence endured by people of color in the US.
