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the earth shook last night sending a tremor through six feet of dirt, wreath and wood to my rotting corpse beneath and I rolled over for 16 months I tried to rest in peace as my spirit wandered restlessly but last night even the stoic palms shuddered in disbelief and I rolled over I was just going home....ma, talking on the phone...ma, when a 'cracker' with a gun shot be down...ma now maggots and fleas are crunching my bones ...ma and the 'cracker' is free??? maybe if I were white like lanza and holmes I'd be left alone, not profiled; given a pass, to commit mass homicides, not take a bullet through the heart for being black!!! I was born in '95 the year 168 died in OKC and 1 million men marched in DC but last night justice exploded in sanford and I rolled over... ~ P
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
From the Grave of Trayvon Martin
the earth shook last night sending a tremor through six feet of dirt, wreath and wood to my rotting corpse beneath and I rolled over for 16 months I tried to rest in peace as my spirit wandered restlessly but last night even the stoic palms shuddered in disbelief and I rolled over I was just going home....ma, talking on the phone...ma, when a 'cracker' with a gun shot be down...ma now maggots and fleas are crunching my bones ...ma and the 'cracker' is free??? maybe if I were white like lanza and holmes I'd be left alone, not profiled; given a pass, to commit mass homicides, not take a bullet through the heart for being black!!! I was born in '95 the year 168 died in OKC and 1 million men marched in DC but last night justice exploded in sanford and I rolled over... ~ P
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
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