Demonized brown skin leads to terror and fear in suburbs across America.

A wise man once dreamed of a different day.
We’d all hold hands together and say “free at last”
however that day 40 years past is now in question.
As Trayvon Martin’s trial goes to session.

Dark night, hoodie on, cell phone talking -
leads the light in shining armor into suspicion.
“What could he be doing in our hood besides plotting a breakin.”

Can’t say I fully blame him when our media perpetuates images revolving around time and time again of cops reacting, oops – overreacting to skittles in hands bullets can’t draw from.
Hoodie on.

“But oh, he had SOMEthing in his hand and looks suspect.”

What happens when a culture is misunderstood?
You cannot see the child beyond the hoodie where the smile once stood,
still.
A child, scared of an oversized adult male chasing him down as any child would.

Won’t see his prom this year. Won’t see college as his assailant’s privilege.
Overreaction reacting in fear met with hatred for what Trayvon stood.
In a hoodie.

Trayvon’s soul stands and we must join him in saying this is enough at last.
This is enough.

Perhaps the media could run a special on Black and Brown culture and style. It’s history and origin -

how about a bit on language with traces of Africa still held… hair – A real THOROUGH investigation on culture to teach what no one could.

What it means to be brought up in a place that once accused the man of peace Martin Luther King Jr., of terrorizing America.

Underline reveals its immortal existence.

By Ebony Iman