Trayvon

Skittles? I eat that.

Arizona? I drink that.

Hoodies? I wear that.

Trayvon Martin? Didn’t deserve that.

It makes me sad to think of the day.

It makes me sad to think of the day.

That Trayvon Martin had to go away.

That Trayvon martin had to go away.

Skittles? I eat that.

Arizona? I drink that?

Hoodies? I wear that.

Illegal gun power? I hate that.

He went to the store for some skittles and juice.

He went to the store for some skittles and juice.

And George Zimmerman shot him… BOOM! with no excuse.


Chimia Hawkins, Age 12, Grade 7, Junior High School 145 Arturo Toscanini, Gold Key

This entry was written by NYC Scholastic Awards and published on December 19, 2013 at 10:00 am. It’s filed under Poetry, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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