Remembering Trayvon Martin

By Ella

I read NAACP’s “Trayvon’s Law”

I don’t know, brotha man… no one knows, really. Mostly, I just wonder what your voice sounded like –when you weren’t pleading for your life. We’ve all heard the screams, whether we wanted to or not. Some better than others, as it usually goes. You never knew me while you were here, but I’m sure that, as you sit beside our maker, you know me better than I know myself.  With that said, I suppose I’ve owed you, but I’m at a lost of words. The only time I don’t know what to say is when I can’t figure out what to do –because I don’t know how to feel. I still don’t understand why a man who committed murder isn’t behind bars. My mom passed one thing to an undercover once and got 2 years. She was just trying to feed three kids and pay two mortgages. I guess it depends on who you consider more human.