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Why Must They Die Young?


Trayvon Martin was bright, who died at 17. 

A young African American male who was victimized by a white monster named, 

George Zimmerman,  who was 43.

Sick, sick, sick.

So, twisted, that we thought it was racist. 

Florida claiming that he wasn't guilty for what he had did wrong. 

Shame, shame, shame.

They weren't even there.

It offended us African American people as individuals, that we bet Florida would claimed that he

wasn't guilty from killing the next African American victim.

Sad, sad, so so sad.

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Telaya

I loathe life and I'm misanthropic. XP

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