Breonna knew about Monday mornings
and weekends never long enough.
Breonna stood on cold tiled floors
to wash her face in bathroom mirrors.
Breonna bore Black skin
and a Black smile
that shone on her proudest days.
Breonna was hopeful
to heal and love and connect
for a living.
Breonna was the name
she signed on papers and credit cards,
and attached to her voice
for introductions.
Breonna had a family.
She is their song.
Breonna was 26 and asleep
when the police broke
into her home,
stealing her life
but never her name.
Roots & Hope 