They say you must have died
while walking down a supposedly safe street
when you confronted a strange man
following you and harrassing you because of the color
of your skin and the clothes you wore.
And you did most certainly die
because you were walking in a part of the world
where self-appointed protectors-of-us-all
can shoot first and ask questions
Shedding tears over you,
someone I’ve never met and know so little of
does neither of us any good; yet
I could not help myself.