I can’t breathe.

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.