Justicee


I am Trayvon Martin. i died at age 17.
I screamed and cried but it wasn't enough to save my life.
I was armed with skittles and a drink. But"BOOM". There i was
lying in a puddle of my blood.As i lye there thinking
what did to deserve this. He claimed it
was self defense. But he was the one who attacked me.
He walks free now i am in a casket.
This is not fair i was only 17 with a
bag of skittles and a Arizona ice tea i did nothing wrong.
You cant bring me back to life all i am asking if you can bring me
#hoodies up

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