I Am Trayvon Martin
I am young, I am blacc, I am wrongly judged.
While I'm proud of my skin, my skin's strongly grudged.
Any place in the United States has racial relevance.
Oscar Grant, Sean Bell, and me stand as evidence.
Everyone argues about equality and justice.
But look at the victims of profiling, and it's just us.
How's walking down the street in a hoodie suspicious?
How does stalking with a gun not define lethal intentions?
What can you say to justify taking me from my family?
Or robbing me of a lifetime...how can you answer me?
It isn't fair, but who can we expect to care, if we don't?
Who's gonna take the initiative to protect us, if we won't?
The system promises us safety, but it's easy to lie.
And yeah, I fought bacc tooth and nail, I wasn't eager to die.
You only see me through your eyes, but your view's tainted.
But you'll see the picture clearer, once the truth is painted.
I'm just a testament for the young blacc man, in a sense.
And even in death, I maintain my innocence.
But you can keep me alive, just stay on marching.
I'm a son, a brother, a blacc man, I am Trayvon Martin!!!!
Copyright © Bruce Griffin | Year Posted 2016
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