Breonna liked to write down her goals on sticky notes that she posted on the walls of her home. This was going to be HER year. #BreonnaTaylor #SayHerName

Breonna had plans to buy a home, to get engaged, to have a baby, to get matching motorcycles with her mom.

She had just bought herself a new car, a 2019 Dodge Charger (her mom says it was her baby). #SayHerName

Breonna was an essential worker— she worked to sustain lives. She was an EMT and she worked in the ER. Her dream was to become a nurse. #SayHerName

Breonna was an old soul (like me); she loved to sing the Blues with her grandma.

Her mom called her the glue of their family: “She don’t care what is happening, she is going to make sure we get together and have a game night or have a cookout or have something.” #SayHerName

Breonna’s life mattered. Breonna’s life still matters.

She is not a meme, or a headline, or a hashtag...she was someone’s daughter, grand-baby, friend, and future fiancée. #BreonnaTaylor #SayHerName

Breonna’s humanity is our humanity. Her justice is our justice.

That’s why today’s rulings feel like a gut punch. And the collective trauma fatigue is only heightening by the day. #BreonnaTaylor

To equate Breonna’s murder with a petty crime exacerbates why #BlackLivesMatter is our rallying cry and why it will continue until the pain stops.

Today, I choose to celebrate Breonna—no matter what despair may say.

I choose to lift up her humanity. To show her face and tell her story. Because even if it was hard to believe in better, with history as our teacher—she deserved so much better than this. #SayHerName