Trayvonmartin mga kuwento

Poetry for every shade. © Amanda Lucinda 2020 (cover art source: Lucxama Sylvain via pexels)

This book will be about what I think about what is going on in 2020 and I'm sick of it. It will just be about my opinion and what I know about this whole year. Some of it will be about the coronavirus, but most of it will be about black lives.

a poem on the trayvon martin case and how he was unjustly murdered

Poetry on racial justice from the perspective of a reformed white man.

This poem is for all my black African American people that are being killed for the wrong reasons & without justice .

Can a color keep us safe?

We were constructed to be corrupted , we kill our brothers more than they do and they love it . We have to raise our children to be something , other than another case similar to Trayvon , Michael and Jordan .

Innocent lives being taken from color

these two kids have always been in there house for the summer

Does he not hear the bombs exploding in Iraq? Does he not see the cloud of smoke arising? Does he not hear the machine-guns shooting? Does he not here the mother crying: "If this is a war for any kind of resources- take them all! But don't take my child!"? Has he not heard the kids of India? Has he not heard their stomachs growling? Did nobody tell him about the starving people in East Africa? Did he not hear them craving for water? Did he not see the mother of three children left with no children? Did he not hear the animals howl on their search for pasture? Has he failed to see the teardrops of the little children working in China? Did he not hear of Trayvon Martin from Sanford?Did he not see him dying for no reason? Has he not seen the burning marks of the Guantanamo inmates? Did he not hear the lashes of the whip? Has he not smelled the fragrance of the corpses in Syria? - Have you not heard of injustice?