#JUSTUS4TRAYVON

Poem Dedicated to Trayvon Benjamin Martin ® Dasha Saintremy

The Verdict is in...

And I can't pretend that I'm not shock as well as heartbroken from another gavel that seems to pound on our legacy of our lost identities

Another black tragedy is taken lightly as if we still cease to exist in the midst of those who got us here and I am fully aware of the unfair systematic system

But for once I was just wishing that it would be JUST and live up to the motto in God we Trust

Yet the judgment we sought wasn't the judgement we fought for... so where is the  justice for us.  

I'm convinced that the defense had to buy into a lie just to get a piece of a pie that was already sliced for them. When will we Win?

The Verdict is in...

And there are many feelings that overwhelm this nation today... 

On how a black boy can't even walk the streets too late... 

On how a hoody translates to a gangsta/ hood life display...

On how skittle and ice tea is a weapon that would lead to our demise... 

Let us not be weary... Let us be wise... 

That riot and looting, fires and shooting will not bring back the life of Trayvon Benjamin Martin.

The Verdict is in...

And If i could have the view from the bench

where I can see into the eyes of 6 women

Allowing a guilty  man free

Perpetuating modern day lynch spree

Making the statement that its ok to stand your ground if your life is threaten by some skittles and some ice tea

I would simply hang up my robe, give up my seat, join in the protest that the system was not meant for me... 

As for his verdict... Let him go free, understanding that true freedom is from the Almighty.

The Verdict is in...

Wrestling with feelings of what should we do and what can be done... We search for meaning to justify this one, we find more reason why we have yet overcome and we march towards Justice... Justus... Just Us, until victory is won!

"Just Us 4 Trayvon"

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IN THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

a woman is at the center
stretching her arm long and wide
to embrace all that she has carried and birth
her bosoms are filled with nourishment
that will last for centuries
over ten generational offspring
who may never know her name
the air that she once breathed
now fills their lungs as they inhale the gas whisper… SURVIVE!
It's no mystery to them
why they must
why they have
and the only uncertainty
is that they will
Exhale…
her struggles are the stairways towards heaven
her strife is of her unspoken glory
her story must be told
if there is anything lost that can be found
on her existence would be
her sweat, her tears
which flourished the circle of life

little girl sips

Little girl sits in a chair next to a teacup that she will sip and tell story

Of make believe on how she believes that she will be a princess

And her prince will sweep her away on a chariot as they ride into the sunset

Of happily ever after

And her childhood laughter is matured into the adolescent teen who slips into her mother’s close to appear much older then she really is only to capture the attention of a boy who may never notice her

Stuffing paper ball in her bra to arouse the playful balls in his pants

Not knowing now what she will later know then that he’s not trying to be her boyfriend

He just wants the bragging rights that he was the first to make it in

As he expose her promiscuity to the entire school who lied about losing their virginity

She grows up to ignore the rumors of her being a whore a slut a bitch that would put her lips on any stick that grows longer then 6 inches and some of you are twitching because you are uncomfortable to here the truth about this girl but truth is you still crave to hear more, because you can relate to her

So here she is at 22, college bound but still does not know what she wants to do with her life

So she drops out attempting to be someone’s wife, bare some kids only to find herself at a dinning table sipping on some tea at 33 believing she could never be what she once dreamed

The princess waiting for her prince to come sweep her away into the sunset on a chariot