A POEM FOR MR. TRAYVON MARTIN R.I.P.

 

I have a dream
A hope
And a wish
Named Trayvon

I have a prayer
A belief
And a faith
Named Trayvon.

An African American life
Isn't worth a pack of skittles
And a glass of tea-
To some.

The belief is that me
And my father
And my son
Should hang-
To some.

The dream is to see you
And your family disappear
Along with your ancestors too-
To some.

I'm bleeding inside for justice
For Trayvon 
And his parents.
I'm crying
While dying
Walking blinded
While George Zimmerman is SHININ'-
To some.

He got the ultimate Southern Prize:
Take a nigga out.
Take a nigga out!!
TAKE A NIGGA OUT!!!
Did you hear Trayvon shout??

The angels opened the doors of heaven.
They've seen this before.
They know what his cry is about.
The same bullet.
The same rope.
Rope tying us to the fear-
Of some.


Where is his justice?
Where is HIS justice??
Where is HIS JUSTICE???
Hidden under the gumbo of Mississippi
Flowing like oil
Through the dark hills of Alabama
Silenced in the stony mountains of Georgia
And sunk under the glades of Florida.


The South-My South-
Is a shameless cesspool
Of legalized tyranny
And bigotry.
Terrorists wave their dead flag
For battles lost
BUT TRAYVON'S WAR RAGES ON.

The war rages on...
The war rages on...
Illiterate confederates.
Teeth degenerate.
Ignorance rampant.
Soulless elephants.
Overweight tyrants.
Logic defiants.
Political stagnants
And racial BIGOTS.

And I am TIRED.
TIRED.
TIRED.
TIRED.
Trayvon's family-my family-
OUR family
Is beyond tired.
We are exasperated
Paying bills
Only to have your guns and ropes
Rob us of our wills.
Our will to survive.
Why did Trayvon have to die?
Our will to contribute.
Why did Trayvon have to die?
Our will to build.
Why did Trayvon have to die?
Our will to love- unselfishly.
Why did Treyvon have to die?

How many more will die?
Do we have to guard each other?
Like Secret Service
Protect each other?
How?
When these ropes and guns push us
To neglect each other.

For Trayvon
Hug your son.
For Trayvon Let us pick up our disbelieving hearts
And push on
But never let us forget
The fate that we all met
When his blood made our earth wet.

Fix the cracks between us.
Find the the glue missing 
Between me and you.
Care more about life
Than who fucked who last night.
This is a fight
For your life
Because YOU could be Trayvon's mother
Sybrina
Getting that call one terrible night.
Your son screaming.
Your father begging.
Your uncle pleading.
Your nephew bleeding.
Writhing on the ground in pain
Quieted to a national news story
and an obscure blood stain.
Absent on their next birthday.
Missing on Mother's Day.
Invisible at Christmas.

We are Trayvon Martin.
We are Trayvon Martin.
WE ARE TRAYVON MARTIN.
We will remember to do all we do
For the babies bombed in Alabama, 
Harry and Harriette Moore
Slain on Christmas Day 1951,
Medgar,
Martin,
Malcolm,
Emmett Till,
And the countless others-
BLACK AND WHITE-
That have been decapitated,
Disemboweled,
Castrated,
Raped and the babies cut out,
Hung,
Burned, 
Whipped,
Drowned,
Chained,
And shot.

Do it because he had a wish.
You have a faith.
We have a dream.
And it's name is Trayvon Martin.

Rest In Peace Trayvon.
We love you
And WE will NEVER forget.


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