I have friends and family who loves me and cares
I have children and when my children have children, I too want to be there
I don’t want to be judged by the color of my uniform or the color of my skin
You don’t know anything about me or where I have been
Why are you judging me if you don’t want to be judged?
Shouldn’t we treat others as we want to be treated, is that asking too much
Don’t approach me thinking you know my life or heard my story
This is all a senseless war over assumption that caused hostility and worry
You don’t have to like me or even say hi
I just want you to know, my life matters too and I’m not ready to die.