My conversation with God 7/13/13
I don’t want to talk about the Treyvon Benjamin Martin story
Because it’s been told before because I know how it ends
black boy dead boy no boy wins.
you were supposed to be watching
keeping him from harm.
His mother prayed and prayed and
you said you would she believed
he was the one in the hood
and you just didn’t.
Maybe you looked away for a second
heard thousands calling your name
so much you couldn’t hear him
couldn’t decipher it from the voices
maybe you confused it with a cheer
when the field goal was good,
or a hymn that was really loud
maybe you didn’t like what he had to say
all young and un-educated like.
how long would it have taken,
how long did it take
for you to call
for him to leave,
such a short time
in your care.
Was it just too dark that night? Was he just too dark that night?
They say he looked like all the others, “all the other punks that get away”.
— a poem by Cj Coleman