Dear Trayvon

Dear Trayvon I want to apologize for you being a memory in time. A memory in time used to remind people of the atrocities that man continues to commit. I want to apologize because you never got to see a mile of what life has to offer. And I want to write you back to life Removing those tears that never fade from your mothers eyes In the 30 days since you wore that hoodie. In the 30 days a man named Zimmerman, Forgetting that it was only about 70 years ago That his ancestors were persecuted for that red hair on their head And Anne frank’s diary is nothing but sugar coated words, Words that never show what pain and hate look like. So someone please, Someone please tell me why being black and male is a death sentence Because Trayvon, my brother looks just like you when he wears a hoodie And the fear of skittles clicking in the rain is all that’s on my mind, And I wonder as you lay on that floor With nothing but ice tea and skittles screaming HELP! Trayvon did he look into your eyes? Did he realize that you were a person not an animal? Did he realize the life fading was a life he can never create? Because your body lay lifeless on that floor And he claims self-defense while you claim 5ft under And I know that he is too indifferent to listen to what you could have been But I want your memory to un-house him, Keeping him 10 ft. off the ground with nothing but a bloody rope, Haunting his very existence. Shattering his comfort zone. Reminding him of the life he forgot to examine as that bullet tiptoed vicariously around your heart Because your death was not declared natural causes But a mass extinction of our future lawyers, presidents, doctors and fathers. And I am sorry Descartes quest for the truth never really led to true knowledge about the colors of the rainbow. And I am sorry you lived in a world where the color of your skin was a lottery number the darker your skin the less you had and the harder you worked And I don't know but only God knows why it had to be you Because your memory struggles for the truth even though you can't move. And I don't want to stay angry Because you inspire me to love and live, In the name of love and justice. In the name of love and justice. Because we are who we are because of the love we are given And caring for something bigger than myself is better than living in a world Inhaling the stench of society's lies. And I want your memory to have the ugliest bruises and scars To show that we have cried like engines in need of oil and babies yearning for the milk from their mothers breast Because mistakes make you powerful and questions make you human Showing that we as people have learned from tragedy And we held hands like field trips Never making your name a cliché A Cliché for the darkest color in rainbow. So that when we look in the history books And search for Trayvon martin It will say that your memory colored this earth with bruises and scars That cut deeper than the deepest pit in the ocean.