The 26th of February


Grey hoodie, late-teens, well he looked black

But did that make it okay?

Did his appearance make it okay to shoot?

To take the life of an innocent 17 year-old?

Apparently it was

His killer walks free yet he lays still

But his legacy continues to walk

Awakes the senses of the unaware


Justice for Trayvon

Justice for all


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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