Trayvon Martin 02/05/95- 02/26/12

 In my mouth,

Ice Tea and Skittles

Leave a bitter sweet taste.

A gray pulled over hoody

Hides a troubled youths face.

Last seen on camera shopping in a 7 Eleven

No idea that in lieu of home

He’d be lying face down, dead

And on his way to heaven

Armed only with a can of Ice Tea and a brand new bag of Skittle

Facing a loaded gun

What harm could he do was nothing less than little

While engaging his friend in a final cell phone conversation

Something took place in the form of a violent confrontation

Suddenly a cry for help and then a loud pop, pop

In the chest a 17 year old is shot dead shortly by a trigger happy "Wannabe cop"

Tell me, please

Why because of one racist dark suspicious eye

A kid like Trayvon Martin suddenly has to die?

Why, why?

In my mouth,

Ice Tea and Skittles

Leave a bitter sweet taste.