Viewing what images I have of you
Only happiness is what I see in your eyes
Kind and pure what miracles you would have performed
My eyes drain sadness as I think of you
How dare they take a piece of my ancestors, again
My mind goes into deep thoughts regarding this matter
And like others I am tired
When will it stop we ask
What purpose can we serve being killed like animals
Are we the lessons that must be taught without classrooms
Viewing what images I have of you
Your life meant the world to some
Before very few knew your name
Now the world can dine in your smile
With all the difficulties amidst the world
Still we are treated like prized game
Scattered in the streets as if we are strange fruit
Onced lynched from trees
Viewing what images I have of you
I see the others murdered before you
Thinking if I am next before justice is served
What a time it would be to be alive to see peace
But a shame it will be
Since unable to see it you are





                       Dedicated to Ahmaud Arbery