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A Letter From Trayvon Martin


Walking down this dark road, coming from the store with the Arizona and Skittles.. I noticed that man was following me while I was on the phone with a friend, and she told me to run.. I said no becausec I'm almost home.. that's when he chased me down and I fought for my life.. I screamed for help, but no one was there.. I called Mom and got no answer, so looked for Dad and he was not in sight.. You lay my precious body down to rest, with tears feel deep in your eyes.. I try to speak and say Mom I'm it's all right I'm in a better place.. My body lady life lifelessly as you yell to my casket, baby get up.. I watch as you sit in court listening to testimony time and time again, being so humble and God fearing.. I just want you and Dad to know I love you so! I am Trayvon Martin and Justice will be served if not here now on Earth then on that Judgment Day! Justice will be served! This is a letter from Trayvon Martin Justice will be served in this life or another... Mom cry no more your baby is shining down on you. In Loving Memory Of Trayvon Martin
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