One of the Tragedies
There are many tragedies in George Floyd’s death
They are interconnected…intertwined…
From the brutal way that he was murdered
to the daughter he left behind.
The daughter he would carry on his back
Where, perched on his shoulders way up high
She would stretch her arms out wide
and feel like an airplane in the sky.
The tragedy that makes us sad
that makes us frustrated…makes us mad
Is how 6 year old Gianna
will now grow up without her dad.
Her family will, no doubt, be there to help her
and she’ll smile when she says his name
but growing up without him
her life will never be the same…
Because they never had the opportunity
to grow together or even say goodbye…
and he never had the chance
to teach his daughter how to fly.
We need to change this now…today!
We must do more than try….
So Gianna’s children will have a father
who can teach them how to fly.
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