Saturday, July 13, 2013
T is for TRAYVON, not Target practice.
T is for Trayvon Martin. Aka that black kid that got shot in Florida. Aka son of Ms. Sabrina Fulton and Mr. Tracy Martin. Aka the A through Z of lies told to make death reserved for you in particular, King, if you dare walk down the sidewalk upright in your full stature and bronzed skin on a rainy night in the south, wearing you hooded crown.
A. This is for Africa, your source and your strength so profound they had to lash it off your back since your great great greatest of fathers.
B for boy child, because becoming a man was supposed to be your mother's joy, your brother's keeper, your sister's protector and your father's legacy.
C for country. Not yours, though you built it. Not theirs, for they stole it, but GOD'S. For everything under the sun........ yet the lines are drawn and walls erected around gated "communities" you were never meant to be a part of.
D
E
F is for future. There is a gap there now that you were not allowed to fill. Dead or alive. And our ears ring deaf from the sounds of black souls mourning.
Gun. Gun. Gun. Laws to protect its rights to bear but not your right to life.
H is for Hoodie...... or Hijab. For your sister Shaima Alawadi who lost her life too covering her head from the constant blows. H. For my heart os Heavy
I. I am. I am. I am. I am NOT a criminal. Suspicious? I am the closest thing to the Divine. THIS is what scares you.
J is for Justice. A concept understood by men, not beasts, and an animals true nature always comes out.
K is for king. WE will call you by your real name and proper title.
L is for love. Love. Love. Perhaps through all this we might find comfort in that being the only thing that matters, even when there is no breathe.
M is for Moment as I wonder how you must have felt in your final one. Was it familiar? Had it happened before in a former life, little black boy?
N. Nigger.
O
P
Quarantined. To the cotton fields then the projects then the jail house..... then the white house.
R is for Reminder..... for Her. Her who you maybe hadn't met yet. Her who one day would have the half to your whole and the womb to your re-birth. Alone now, she is still here and you are gone.
T is for TRAYVON, not target Practice.
I can't go through the rest. Please rest now.
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