Trayvon Martin
How can a hood strike fear
How can a rainbow in his hand make you feel threatened
A can of dollar ice tea makes made you tremble
And in a fury of white hot rage you felt dominance kick in
By simply being black he made you feel threatened
You couldn't have that
Oh no that young man can't hold anything over you
You took action
Went a little too far
Now that rainbow in one hand
And dollar iced tea in the other aren't there
Because those bullets you shot at him tore them out
It made you feel like a man
You even got away with it.
This poem is about:
My country