For Trayvon Martin

I did not know you, but I know you were scared and alone. Trying to plead for your life because a stranger felt they had the power to take you life away. You just trying to get back from 7-Eleven as it rained and you put on your hooding while holding your Ice Tea and Skittles. I made this poem for you, my brother, my son, from another mother. R.I.P. Trayvon Martin

Confusion of Reality

41 times

Now 50

What’s next now 60

Shots fired on an innocent man

But if Vick has a bloody dog in his hand

Jailtime, uproar all on the news.

Take away his career

Are we all confused??

Animals every night on the news

An innocent man is nobody’s fool

An innocent man should have animal rights too.

41 shots

Now 50

Watch out for Neighborhood watch

They tend to shoot quickly
No questions asked

They don’t even wear a badge

You look suspious with a hoodie while it’s raining

And don’t let your pants sag

Doesn’t matter if it Skittles or Ice Tea

It’s looks like a weapon to me

You pose a threat to my community

When you look threatening to me.

 I’m trying to save humility

When I shoot another thug

Got my finger on the trigger

My hands in cold blood

I don’t hear a sound

When I’m shooting n*ggas down

They always get away

But I got one that day

I got the boys in blue

Now whos protecting you?

41 shots

Now 50

Whats next now black men are going quickly?

©Precious Dorch-Robinson

Love

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