This diary is just a short poem. I didn't write it. It's from a woman who doesn't come on around here. I've never known her to write poetry. I only post it here because it's a small example of how Trayvon's life affected all of us in many different ways. RIP Trayvon Martin.
What Trayvon Martin Helped Me Understand
You're the one that shot the gun
You're the one that shot her son
You're the one that didn't run
You're the one who killed her son
Your white folk jury let you go
Cause they could understand your fear of a black man
Now I lay awake at night
Cause what I can't understand
Is how come they put that gun
Back in your hands
Our country's got a lot of men
That go to sleep with a gun at their bed
And now they know, they can see for free
What it's like to watch a black boy bleed
As long as they say, "He was coming at me!"
This story is sad but true
And will keep repeating 'till we decide we're through
Letting just anyone carry a loaded gun
How many more lives does it take?
From hate crimes, to school shootings, to human mistakes?
What will it take for our country to understand
That true freedom to live is in a gun free land.