stops his heart…
that steals his breath
… that ends his life.
And there will be silence.
* * * * * *
Who really screamed that rainy Florida night?
I believe it was Trayvon Martin.
I believe it was his mother.
I believe it was another faceless,
Nameless victim of America’s
Who really screamed that rainy Florida evening…?
I believe it was a chorus of my ancestors. It was
Emmet Till’s scream…
And Abner Louima’s
And Yusef Hawkins’…and
And Michael Stewart's
And Eleanor Bumpers’
And Oscar Grant’s…and
I believe it was Trayvon Martin’s scream
His right to a life of Liberty was
A cause too small to hear
And too meaningless to process…
His Life was just
A scream to be ignored or
Like a beetle upon concrete.
And now. . .
Who will scream for all of them?
And who will scream for him
If not us…
If not me, a lone poet who knows nothing
About the pain or velocity of a bullet
To the chest?
All I know for sure is this:
Justice is a blind bitch that doesn’t give a shit about us.
It just continuously breaks my heart that we must live like this!
It just continuously breaks my heart that we must die like this!
The saddest reality of all is this:
Justice is a blind, cold-hearted bitch, that doesn’t
Give a shit
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