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Dedicated to Trayvon Martin

In poetry on March 21, 2012 at 12:08 pm

The buzzer rang and it was a good game,

Kobe was going for 40, thinking to himself they ‘can’t hold me.’

My dad said that ‘he’s no Mike.”

 And I said “correct me if I’m wrong but he just passed Mike.”

Then I asked him for a couple dollars, so I can run to the stoe,

He said ‘get your sister something’ as I tossed on my hoodie as I walked out the doe.

Called my homegirl up and chopped it up, about the highlights of the game and other random thangs,

So far it’s been a perfect day, got to kick it with my pops and me and her been choppin’ it up nonstop.

I told her I would hit her back as I got to the counter, Lemmie get this Ice Tea and some Skittles,

The type of Skittles with the cream filling in the middle.

I called her back as I begin my last stretch,

Something didn’t feel right, someone was breathing down my neck.

Their presence was cold so I pulled my hoodie up,

Didn’t recognize that they would send alerts up.

I made a dip and he dipped too,

I was confused and didn’t know what to do.

She told me to run, but I just walked faster,

Then eventually broke stride like I was running from a master.

“Who are you, what are you doing here?”

Were the words that he spoke as my phone broke

“What I am doing here!?  My dad lives here.”

I couldn’t hide it I was kinda caught in fear.

“You’re the thief!?”

“What thief, I live up the street!”

When I tried to run again, he pushed me to the ground,

A wrestle and tussle then a deafing sound.

I screamed for help, yet no one heard my cries,

Now you must hear my mother’s as she looks up at the skies.

 There is no moral of this story I’ve told,

Just a story untold of Trayvon Martin, 17 years old.

KC Hicks

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