"The King's Castle"
It was February 26th of 2012
when my innocence was taken away,
just a seventeen year old young black male
I am Trayvon walking home that rainy day.
Heavily armed with Skittles and an ice tea
at the half time of a NBA all-star game night,
I noticed a stranger in his car staring at me
sensing the horror of a terribly evil plight.
I wasn’t alone ‘cuz I was on the phone
happily talking up a storm with my girlfriend,
the fear in my tone sent chills thru her bones
in the air I felt the approaching whirlwind.
My heart began beating faster than before,
faster, and even faster as my feet began to run!
A man gave chase as he slammed his car door
brandishing a fully loaded gun!
Behind me I heard footsteps out of control
getting closer as they headed in my direction,
my youth gave rise to a fool without a soul
on patrol was his guise of self protection.
Reaching for the skies with tears in my eyes,
‘O’ Lord!’ Pleaded I as the gunshot cracked!
Struck in the chest by a bullet whizzing bye,
a stifling pain so intense I couldn’t react.
"Justice for Trayvon"
An Homage to Trayvon Martin
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Crown Jewels of Poetic Loss
Now I lay bleeding, all over the ground
hoping to be found and given needed help,
I couldn’t move so I tried to utter a sound
but the words from my mouth never left.
From above, I watched as the police arrive
the stranger gives an account of self defence,
tho’ I’m no longer alive I can hear all his lies
recalling my cries heard back by the fence!
Makes sense that they’d change their story
when challenged on their own solemn word,
for a judge’s son would lose all his glory
if the truth were ever to be heard.
It was I who laid unknown in the morgue
three days and nights as my family suffered,
drug tested in hopes of altering the reports
so that justice could never be uncovered.
If only you could hear the cries of my mother
once she discovers she’s lost her pride and joy,
if you could see the face of my big brother
and a father so proud of his baby boy.
If only you could see my face on the news
as the papers give account of all you’ve done,
pursued by a predator with nothing to lose
now all the world has become Trayvon!
Hear us demand what the court has provided,
‘justice for Trayvon’ where my screams can be heard,
within a system that has always been one sided
in a court of law, let us hear every word!
