And when it hit me, it was excruciating pain. How could someone I knew so well,

go about being treated such a way? You were my friend, my brother, my classmate, 5 years

I sat, in your presence, laughing with you, eating with you even dancing with you.

But as the verdict was read and the decisions made. I heard the most heart-racing, life

threating sounds that have ever pierced my ears. Zimmerman not guilty? Blasphame. 

My heart died, at that point in time, I felt unalive. I felt so low, so hurt, so tortured. All cause

of you, for my love. My love for Trayvon Martin. My love for my friend, MY brother.

I felt, broken. I cried and i cried and i cried and I wept. And I'm still weeping, as I am writing

for you brother. The tears are falling, are flowing, are steeping down my face.

Tears for you, tears of us. Tears that can't help bring you back, I know this.

But I will write, I will write Tray, I will write about you. To make a difference.