Travon Martin

Dear America,

 

Try to remember their names

Remember their blood whenever you sip your tea

Acknowledge their existence as you walk down your street

Yearn for redemption at your every heart beat

Verbally say " I'm sorry, I knew they wouldn't hurt me"

Obey the law you hold so dear

Never forget their mother's broken voices as they choke on each tear

 

(Dear Black parents,)

 

Make sure to teach your children that they live freely constricted

Almost every black child should be taught to never hide your hands

Remember your No Sirs and Yes Mams

Think before you ever say a word

In fact, Just don't speak at all

Now, Go out and try to come home and not end up dead or behind bars

This poem is about: 
My country

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