
I wrote this poem years after I was grown and living in NYC, feeling slightly homesick. Today is the 20th anniversary of riots, so I thought it was fitting to share.
~britni danielle
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[preface]
rodney knew what hit him
high as he was the catalyst of
four days of neglected rage
broadcast live on kcal9
wednesday we watch tv amused
cuz the live version doesn’t have any commentary
and 45 different camera angles
and instant replay florence and normandie
heave and break under the weight
a rock
a broken bottle
a trash can
thrown purposefully at the blue shields
that are supposed to protect my block
bleeds anger and frustration and false angst
and everybody wasn’t trying to be a revolutionary
breaking windows for new tvs my neighbor asks
if i want him to bring me something back from the ashes
before today we didn’t have a name
confused when people asked what part of LA
i was from near Inglewood was always my response
until now South-Central burned
across news wires and tv screens smoke
littered the street like the national guard
patrolling what was left
My take on the Trayvon Martin tragedy from the perspective of a mother of a brown boy.
My son could easily be Trayvon in 10 years.
What do we want? Justice for Trayvon Martin & a system that no longer targets black/brown youth!
Help put a child killer behind bars…
Arrest George Zimmerman

#TrayvonMartin was murdered on Feb. 27. George Zimmerman, the man who killed him, still hasn’t be arrested by police despite having turned himself in after shooting.
Spread the word and help Trayvon’s family get justice.
I’m a proud member of the Nomad*ness Travel Tribe. They held me DOWN when I was in London. <3 them!
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