I can’t breathe. When spring comes around and my allergies flare up. It is a really horrible sensation to not be able to breathe.
I can’t breathe. When I get asthma and it’s almost impossible to take a deep breath and there’s no air coming in, not being able to finish a sentence when talking.

I can’t breathe. I wake up in the middle of the night breathless and my chest hurts in the morning. I use an inhaler and hope that it works and I don’t stop breathing while I’m asleep.
I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe, that phrase has been haunting me all day. I can’t breathe. I can relate to those words, to that desperation for air and not be able to do much about it. I can’t breathe. At least I have an inhaler and not a knee to the back of my neck. I can’t breathe. At least if I get really bad I have a chance to go to a hospital. I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe when I wake up and another person of color is killed by a cop.
I can’t breathe when I see people complaining about damaged property but look the other way, outraged over broken glass and not George Floyd’s murder.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.