Conscious Thoughts as I Take My Last Breath

                     If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,

                           a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,

                         going from walking to the store to lying cold in the grass,

                  to walking home and being followed... just before the gun blasts,

                           the heart is so delicate and rare... none is the same,

                 but no one will know your heart when your gone... your just a name,

 it gets deeper, one of us could be next today, or tomorrow, next week, or next month

             we could be walking home and being followed...just before the gun bust,

                            final breaths in our grasp, but its so hard for us to clutch,

                             will our justice be served I ask.. or is that just too much?,

                                                       I ask.... . . .. ...?

Rest your soul Trayvon..



I absolutely loved it and I love the way you write <3


Thank you..

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