For Trayvon Martin, 17, who was shot February 26, 2012 by a neighborhood watch captain when he was returning home after buying candy for his younger brother. Since the story broke, more information has slowly come out and there has been a nationwide outcry for further investigation. Still, as of March 21, 2012, the police have not arrested the man who shot Trayvon Martin.
Don’t know why the path of your story
curved to meet the hard line of his barrel
no news of your favorite
sports team or if there was a
wide smiled girlfriend devastated at home
Not a word of good grades
or a criminal record but I get the idea
you cared for a brother
younger than you.
A token for him not delivered that night
under neighborhood watch.
Hush hush, they say. This one is not ours.
Scared or threatened, bold or meek,
Let people remember
yours was a
a boy on the cusp of manhood
it was not anyone’s decision to make
Will the sound of a slight young man’s last breath
reverberate in the watchdog’s chest?
Always circling like a vulture
Waiting for the flesh of hate to finally die?
Or will he believe a truth he conceived
fluff it up each night
a soft place for dreaming soundly?
Hush hush, they say. We did not hear the screams.
National headlines have amnesia too.
Cannot remember today a shred of your wound, the violence
A bullet ripped apart your body, life, family
by supposed well-intentioned hands who claimed their
right to protect.
I will not let the world forget,
You lived. You loved.
it was your blood that night
Rainbow candy in your pocket
never passed warm hand to hand
brother to brother
now only from this life
Hush hush, they say.
But there will be no silence
Not for this man. Until your screams are heard
Wings of justice flapping wildly above him