He went through grief and pain,
And people think it’s such a shame.
Why did he have to die,
I wish it was all a lie.
He is in a much better place, where people don’t get judjed by there race.
He is allowed to be happy and free,
And where everyones smile is filled with glee.
You might want to scream and you might want to cry,
But remember this, he would want you to live your life fully before you die.
So don’t live it mad and sad,
But just be happy with what you had.
This poem is dedicated to Hillary DeSimone, and her grandfather George Ichikawa.
