Skittles

Skittles,

Multicolored Candy that's Sweet to the Teeth

Mingle with blood on the concrete floor

Of an innocent boy

Whose color didn't match his murderer

So why didn't we war

On a gluttonous bigot,

who didn't follow the cops

Call the boy names and put him into a slot

Of a Stereotype that's been long overdone

Because in the end, It is Trayvon that has won.

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