When will they see us for more than the strange fruit dangling from an endlessly ringed poplar tree? For we are the fruit of the earth. The fruit of the earth not strange at all. Perfectly and soul purposefully different, but not strange. Fruit not allowed to fully ripen. The inability to flourish into our true being of beautiful, vibrant, wise, crisp, nourishing, fulfilling, juicy, sweet ripened fruit.

We are fruits of human beings who too bleed and deliciously ooze the red, white and blue rich blood of the United States of America with our uniquely peeled layers. We are human beings with the same sleepless dreams. Dreams of living and thriving in the midst of an imperfect yet perfect “humane” experience. You know the one. The humane experience promised to us all in the name of the pursuit of happiness.

Yet, we still ain’t free. A ripple of knees courageously standing for peace and unity. We still ain’t free because we still gasping for air. Gasping for air while crying out over and over and over again “I CAN’T BREATHE!” “I CAN’T BREATHE!” “I CAN’T BREATHE!” I CAN’T BREathe.” “I CAN’T breathe.” “I CAn’t breathe.” I can’t breathe.” “I can’t breathe.” “i can’t breathe.” i can’t breathe.” “i.can’t.breathe.”

If only they had listened to him. If only they would release the fear and just LISTEN to us. SEE us. LOVE us. If.only.we.could.just.breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe… 

BeDoLove!
, Kathryn C. Boxill, The #BeDoLove Whisperer

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