I am white.
I am middle aged.
I am female.
I. Am. Invisible.
That does not mean I don’t feel your pain.
That does not mean I don’t see the bias.
That does not mean my tears mean less than yours.
My heart grieves with you at the death of a man,
A father, a brother, a son,
Who lost his life for the crime
Of living while black.
A man who couldn’t breathe and died
Being held down with a knee on his neck
Because a cop
Who knew what he was doing
Ended a life with malice
And a knowing look in his eye.