I’m Christian Cooper & I was bird watching in the park when you went by
You broke the rules, with your dog unleashed, you didn’t have to lie
Luckily you were recorded, or else, it could’ve been my day to die
You nearly put my life in danger
Almost punished for the fibs of a privileged stranger
While thankful for the days that God lets pass,
If I were invisible I could freely be, but alas,
Is my blood not the color red, like you?
So shouldn’t my life still matter too?
My name was Ahmaud Arbery, a young man just out for a run
All I had were my earphones-nothing that stuns
I was only listening to music then
My life was snuffed out by your guns
Now at least 1 family cries, thinking of when being outside was safe & fun
should I, a fellow American have hidden, and not had hobbies, like you?
Didn’t my life matter too?
My name was George Floyd, and I had just left the store
You had me cuffed and pinned down, the sizzling concrete made my cheek sore
Yet when onlookers and I told you I couldn’t breathe,
Because of my skin tone, you chose not to believe.
I was a man with a story, my blood was red as yours
Yet you chose to see an alien enemy
Though we may have gone through the same doors.
If I were a blue-blooded alien, you may have valued me,
but I wonder, why should that be?
My skin was just my container, I was human like you
So why didn’t my life matter too?
M. Kikuyu, "SimSim", 29 May 2020