TrayvonMartin
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I am a Black American, who see's injustice all around me while breathing this ironic air called freedom
I am a Black Man, who's afraid to run down the street without looking like a threat to those who do not look like me
We saw Eric Garner get killed by the police
We saw Trayvon Martin on the news as a kid gunned down for wearing his skin
We saw Aiyana Stanley-Jones get shot during a raid
say my ancestors name and youll hear they chains
they lived for me the died for me
i live for them i breathe for them
malcoms my heart , my rock
an martin deserves it
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Reginald Trimble
All Men Are Created Equal?
A well known African-American Muslim minister and human rights activist (Malcolm para. 1),
After the mourning of the beasts until proven ghost,
The guilty until proven dead,
After the mindless melanin wars
Justice
The 26th of February
2012
Grey hoodie, late-teens, well he looked black
But did that make it okay?
Black fists
reaching at the sky.
Clouds
large and airy -- white yet
translucent;
Seeming to be made of glass.
History rewritten át the barrel of a gun, How mùch does she need to bleed, What can the blood on his face mean,Those hands, That mind, The name is unnoticed, You see Skin Color, Not the Story, You see Clothes, Not the Story, You see Stereotype, N
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
What were you doing the night of August 28, 1955?
How were you feeling on May 15, 1970?
Where were you on March 3, 1991?
What about on April 29, 1992?
October 9, 2005?
My heart goes out to those
Who have loved and who have lost
To the ones who did nothing
And yet still paid the cost
The cost for what, their
The Amerikkkan flag with its colors so vibrant
Red for the billions of victims they silenced
Blue as the oceans we crosed
And as white as the policemen's skin responsible for the people I lost
Judged by others and people of different colored mothers.
God created all of us as one, supposedly sisters and brothers.
If I asked you what specifically is wrong with my skin color,
When God says, “It’s time” it’s time.But the world was not ready for Trayvon’s cries and bloody eyes, as bullets struck his 17-year-old spine.Blood gurgling from his lungs as he yells for help But no one was to be found.Soon the nation roared with
For my BLACK skinI fight for the sake of my black skin.I will march with signs for my black skin."Suppress me" "yeah oppress me" but still I'll show off for my black skin.He was shot walking home with skittles in his palm for his b
1,2,3,4How many gunshots moreHard to trust anyone in a blue uniformThey hold off on telling us what we did wrongBut swears to the judge we've been informedI feel unsafe in my streetsI fear a white boogie man strangling me in the sheetsI'm scared m
My skin is as dark as night,
similar to Onyx and Obsidian,
Hair bushy and sun-kissed,
but that don't mean I always got a gun attached to my hip,
If my melanin offends you - I have nothing to tell you,
Our young black men and women are out here dyin', innocent lives are being taken away from this world, families are cryin'
These crime scenes are horrifyin', cops out here lyin.
We just want justice.
Sorry America
Sorry that I am black
Sorry that I wear hoodie jackets
Sorry for eating skittles
A man he lay in a pool of blood
his dreams and goals all shattered
just because of his color, skin color
his life was taken by six shots.
His family mourned for days and months
“When I get older I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like waving flag.”
Langston Hughes had the blues when he said
I have 4 little brothers
Well 5 if you count my pain-in-the-butt little cousin
Renisha
(This poem is dedicated to Renisha McBride, a Detroit teenager who was murdered by a man who is using the defense of “Stand Your Ground”.)
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life
how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
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
Was Trayvon Martin so bad because he was one of the blacks?
The law tries to cover it up, but it's time we state facts.
Trayvon was killed because of the color of his skin.
Only thought It would be a typical night going to the store
Some candy and tea nothing less nothing more.
Hoodie on. Innocent as ever. With racism as the weather.
So the verdict says not guilty.
The world stops.
How could someone get away with murder?
A boy has been shot!
He has been killed!
This is the world we live in.
Riots begin.
Peaceful protest.
Yo dad do you want something from the store?
Nah son im cool.
Suspicious, what a way to describe you.
I am suspicious, too.
I walk around black
and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."
Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
A kid walking down the street is suspected of mischief because his hood is up, but instead of a calm questioning there's a hold up.
"Where you going why are you out this late?" Must he really answer and state his case?
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
Questionin innocenceNeed tuh cleanse n replenish dis effed up conscience.Hoodie up, arizona n skittles in his pocketsSuspicionLife taken away for foolishness of self defense?
Please excuse my color...
White man that fears me,
excuse the color of the skin I was born in.
Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine.
I was born this way, you see.
What people think when the see a white mom with kids
Oh she works so hard.
They're so cute!
They must be a handful
oh terriable two's!
What people think when they see a black mom with kids
Why stress over them, instead why not god bless 'em
earning minimum wage probably is a struggle,
but giving students Fails so quickly on the double
I am directionally challenged
Winding roads lose their landmarks
Maps lose their meaning
And bam, I’m lost
Why?
Why must my people cower in fear at the hands of our oppressors who long ago promised equality?
We have sweat, bled, and died for this country, yet our blood is not enough to wash away their hate.
I'm sorry for not being like you
I'm sorry for not looking the same as you
This is the way God made me
He made me in his image of perfection
But whydid youhate me?
You didn't know my name
I heard about a young man whose life was cut short
By an individual who categorized him into an unlawful sort
His judgment was merely predicated on appearance,
Where my brother?
Where were you when they took my brother?
Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,
But why did you let him take my brother!
We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother.
He was just as innocent as you,
or maybe he was better,
His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather,
walking home after a long day,
never intended to cross your way,
that night i will never forget what happened only me and you the only two witnesses for proof of the night you took my life the unexpected fight i gave for my life but i still lost it without one sight of help i felt you following me step by step
Walking home like the world around you is like it's supposed to be
Then you turn around and see...a murderer
But you didn't know it at the time
That this would be the last line
...You walked and the last time
WORLD VIEW
analytical debates
shows what a person hate
its sad to see what we don't appreciate
I just hope eyes open before its too late
all we need is love
The world today is filled
with
hate
violence
discrimination
guns
weapons
and pain.
On top of that,
there are people
who don't care.
Who think they are better
So apparently being a “black young man” means that I am up to no good
And I should be watched when I roll up into your neighborhood
Being a “black young man” means I’m going sell drugs
Children Of God Wake Up
This Is More Than An Act Of Murder
This Is More Than An Act Of Racism
This Is More Than An Act Of What’s Right And What’s Wrong
This Is More Than An Innocent Boy
I see it . I see it !
I see the blackhole of hate racing to my presence , then into my veins.
I hate it , but it consumes me every minute I am around it.
He was my age when he died,
a boy who would now never grow up.
I don't know what it's like
to grow up hated and feared
by simple minds and closed hearts.
I don't know what it's like
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by deeds outweigh by sins?
Will they consider these circumstances?
the boy walking
down the street
walking on the road
the road made for feet
then the boy is shot
now the boy is dead
on the road made for feet
down slams a head
blood leaving a body
I sit here, thinking heavy
My young brother, no intent of harming any
Walking with a hood on is that a threat?
But with his black skin many scream death
Skittles, tea
What harm could that be?
why is life just sometimes just I don't know hope you know what I mean I don't know how to explain it it's just, just, you knowwhat's up with that thing that you normally feel sometimes
Young man shot in the streets
Young man bleeding from head to feet
The shootings of this young generation
Is on a repeat
18 is all the young man whished he could be
But he was gunned down
On a rainy February night,
Coming back with Skittles and iced tea,
Zimmerman caught Trayvon in sight.
And alerted the police.
He didn’t listen to the phone,
And followed him on foot instead.
Justice for Trayvon
Their will be.
No more unfair inequality
Jury, judge all knew this was wrong.
What more evidence do you need
for the case of young Trey?
T is for the Trust he had, thinking he was walking safely in Sandford nights.
R is for Rage, the rage his parents feel to know their son is dead.
A is for Age, the age of innocense he was in, he was only a kid.
In cartoons you see a hero in times of trouble
I guess it's true that you shouldn't believe everything you see on TV
Who would save the unarmed teen?
No one...
There he lied
If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,
a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
This is a Public Service Announcement:
It doesn't matter if you die
If I am important, and you aren't
No one cares if I lie
You're only one person you can't stop me
Justice.
Where was it?
A 17 year old boy got shot,
And his killer is free?
Justice.
What about his family?
Their son was killed,
How would you explain to them the verdict?
Seventeen, young and dead
From one man's gun he bled
Court, Trial, and Verdict
Zimmerman was the one the jury picked
He would leave a free man
Defense was the reason at hand
The change for Tayvon starts with me.
A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth.
I am the blood that leaked into the pavement,my body still as night, as eyes of hatred beam down upon me. The cooling pavement only confirms my fear, for I know I'll be under it soon. I am only a child for heavens sake!
When a murderer walks free,
Are you still proud to be an American?
And when an innocent teen is killed,
Why does the killer walk free?
When a man is shot,
Do you blame the victim?
Skittles and tea who would of known it would be a crime for me, I just wanted to get home.
I am not Trayvon Martin....
but I know what it feels like to wear my
favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for
those who were taught to fear darker things
Dear Justice,
Though you have defined yourself as fair and reasonable
I conclude that you are suffering from an identity crisis
So let me evaluate your profile
It’s 2013 and look how far we have come.
Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not.
Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012
Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail
Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense
But who really knows the truth without real evidence
Policeman left to right
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
Trayvon,
I'd like to know your favorite color.
Maybe you have more than one, but it's okay.
We all taste the rainbow one day
So tell me its red.....like the dark crimson slowly seeping slowly from your soul.
I pledge allegiance to the flag,Of the United Sates of AmericaAnd to the republic for which it standsOne nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.Liberty and justice for all...
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet
The colors of the rainbow but
Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there
So nonexistent like some say God is but
It's not what you see it's what you feel
I praise every Black mother who raises her son,
Having to warn him of the dangers his beautiful skin has won.
Teaching him to be sensitive and ensuring he grows strong.
Why you so surprised?
You thought change was gonna come
But let me explain something to you
History repeats itself
And it’s just a matter of time
Before you’re back in the fields.
Why you so surprised?
You thought change was gonna come
But let me explain something to you
History repeats itself
And it’s just a matter of time
Before you’re back in the fields.
Why you so surprised?
You thought change was gonna come
But let me explain something to you
History repeats itself
And it’s just a matter of time
Before you’re back in the fields.
