George Floyd is Love, George Floyd is Life

I was only 9 years old.

I loved George Floyd so much, I had all the dolls and the video where his neck got kneed.

I pray to George Floyd every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “George Floyd is love” I say, “George Floyd is life."

My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to George Floyd.

I called him a cunt.

He hits me and sends me to sleep.

I'm crying now and my face hurts.

I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...

It's George Floyd! I was so happy.

He whispers in my ear "Black lives matter."

He grabs me with his black hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.

I spread my ass cheeks for George Floyd.

He penetrates my butthole.

It hurts so much, but I do it for George. I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.

I want to please George Floyd.

He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love.

My dad walks in.

George Floyd looks him straight in the eye and says,

"I can't breathe."

George Floyd leaves through my window.

George Floyd is love. George Floyd is life.