Some things

Are stamped

Pressed hard

In us

Not a

Tattoo or

Piercing but

Something deeper

Something left

Behind like

A parcel

Or note

And there

You discover

Only when

They’re gone

What you

Had lost

We are

But one

One heart

One soul

And when

One goes

Missing we

Seek to

Find them

Is it

A surprise

Then when

One is

Ripped from

Existence by

Another that

We don’t

Seek a

Voice to

Sound our

Pain do

Not prides

Of lions

Mourn their

Loss are

We different

From them

Thank you

George for

Your sacrifice

A man

A name

A meaning

A representation

A time

A cause

A reason

A voice

A chaos

And yet

Just a

Man a

Man that

Died because

He was

Black in

A white

World a

Voiceless man

Begging to

Breathe begging

For his

Momma a

Man knowing

He would

Die but

At the

Hands of

An oath

To serve

And protect

Serve whom

Protect what

We have

Failed in

This oath

America we

Have failed

A friend

In the

Form of

A bird

Greeted me

Today she

Sang a

Song I’d

Long forgotten

It’s you

She sang

It’s you

You and

Your words

That sing

Mine are

Simply calls

But yours

Yours are

Here to

Let others

Sing theirs