R.I.P. Trayvon Martin
No one held him
As life slipped away
He breathed in the last piece of this world
As a target surrounded by
Preconceived ideas
Of who he used to be
Who he was before
The gun sounded
He was the victim
The one who
Fell to his knees
And died alone that night
The one who was stalked
And fought
For his life
armed
With nothing but
Fear and the thought
Of making it home alive
He was the victim
But they clawed the word
Of of his
Cold innocent
Lifeless body
And stapled the words
Aggravated assault
On the memory of his life
But his life was stolen
By squinting eyes
And preconcieved ideas of his kind
eyes that saw the danger
In Long strides
A theif in dark clothing
A target in chocolate colored skin
And now one more mother
Can't hug her son tonight
Can't kiss away the pain of
Bullets with harmful intent
Can't wipe away the tears from the fear of being
Gunned down by hate
We have a deeply rooted history
In the hate
In despising a person so much
That you would rip God of his right
To take a persons life
Hatred beat Jesus Christ himself
And stapled him to a cross
It mutilated emmit till for
Complementing a white woman
It shot Martin Luther king
Tied a noose around trees in
Gena Louisiana
Enslaved human beings for thousands of years
And sits in the hearts of millions today
Just as it sat in his murderous car
Hatred sat
Criticizing everything
He assumed about
Black men
Cursed the brown skin
Of a 17 year old boy
Who dared stroll down the street
Of a neighborhood so well
Protected from the dirty smudges
Of brown skin
Struck by suspicion
Of a black boys steps
Hatred led him down the path of repeated history
Judgmental eyes locked on the dark skinned
Black figure
Moving in the night
Hatred assumed was up to no good
But the 17 year old boy walking home from the store
Im sure was no stranger
To the assumptions
Of who he was.
I know he must have
known
They like to play
Darts
With our kind
That our faces are their favorite board
To put up
But the main target is our eyes
He Must have known
Because Im sure
His dad he told him
Maybe not verbally
But in that noncommunitive
Way a conversation
Like that one
Gets discussed among black men
Surely he heard stories
Not just the ones
We are obligated to repeat every February
But real life occurences
The Every day hatred
The watches black men
He must have known
Now i dont know what happened
And truthfully
You're the only two who
Ever know are the murder
And the murdered
So empathy will never allow you
To state facts
So dont act like you know
And assume porcelin skin never lies
Dont blow off the truth
When reality is staring at you
Burning like the sun
As bright as the sun
With blood-stained hands and body mass
Twice as much as our lost son
Dont let the self defense fool you
For that too makes you
A victim in the white mans world
Just another gulliable mind
Too dumbfounded
Too damn blind
To open your eyes and see
That just because
Whistles and cat calls
wont get you maimed anymore
And theres finally a president
More colored in diversity than diamond white
Dont mean that hatred no longer exists
A blind man may not be able to see
His reflection
But he cant see color either
So ask yourself
If color was never a factor
If the world was painted in
Indistinguible colors
Would there be a 17 year old black boy
Slain and laying dead under 6 feet
Of "I did not have to die that day"
Tell me then does it seem suspicious
Can you look in the mirror
And wholeheartedly say that
It is possible for a 26 year old
To cry self defense at the hands
Of a 17 year old black child
Or is this just the cycle
are we just reliving history
Except this time
The black president isnt Kennedy
And were not fighting for equality
Were fighting to proove
We never really got there
In the first place
Just illusions to soothe minds
But until we finally get to the world
Where racism is of the past
And black skin doesnt
Make you a threat
Rest in peace
Trayvon Martin.