Trayvon
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I watch and I hear but where do I start It seems like America is falling apart This land of the free this home of the brave Is killing it’s people and digging their grave We feel everyday when we turn on the news Another hashtag is trending anothe
America has caught a fever
FIrst it took Oscar
Then it stole Treyvon
Next it was Jordan, then Kendrick then Odin
Following were Raymond, Jonathan then Reinesha
Just a kid in a candy store
with his family in peace
Innocent he became a victim of prejudice
and of a loophole of law and missing interference
as Z shot a bullet
on Trayvon and the nation
I love my dark skinMy dark….dark skinI embrace every inch of melanin that I possessFor my dark skin is that of a goddessMy dark skin, it layers…. intelligence
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.
My screams echo against my own ear drums.
Yet, no one even turns a head to save me.
Do you hear me?
Were we there, do we know?
Do we know true facts for sure?
its our minds who believe what we're told.
who ever caused it, there hearts are cold.
the one that were there know and the guilt will show.
The victor was a democrat,
Who won with the drop of a hat.
Republicans tried their best.
Their defeat, they had confessed,
And Mitt was left on the door mat.
As he walks in,
He sits amongst his peers,
Everyone he knows
He known through the years
He speaks, "I know you are new, let me tell ya something that I know would help you get through.
My brother a little older than I,
where have you gone?
where are you?
come home if you may,
We have school tomorrow, it's your senior year,
your whole life ahead of you.
OH, wait,
Let me flow in the river. The cool water washing my body.
My eyes aimed at the sky in hope of rain. The rain is to wash away my blackness.
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
There are those who say he died because he was black.
Because some racist wanted desperately to be a hero.
And there are those who say he died because he was violent.
Human beings just the same
old or young
black and free
white and chained
different eyes
different skin
hundreds of tongues
human being still
the dealer down the street
A shadow in the night
Here comes the opportunity.
For some Old timer, trying to be Superman
to redeem himself.
A shadow in the night.
I'll take him
This comfy little suburb
mere words would minimize
the demise i devise
the fire
the passion
the silent corruption
bounded
surrounded
repressed
opressed
in a realm of imperfections
POW! POW! POW!
Wait! Life has to see-
POW! POW! POW!
The slimy-spunned around crime of intestines-
POW! POW! POW!
Why can't you stop, my friend is-
POW! POW! POW!
