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A Poem in Memory of Trayvon Martin: 'Anyone's Son'

This poem wants to stand its ground, silence force with simple words, pray you alive, anyone's son -- tall boy, eye-smile, walk on home.
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Anyone's Son

-- for the family of Trayvon Martin

This poem wants to write itself backwards.
Wishes it were born memory instead, skipping

time like a record needle stuck on the line
of your last second. You sit up. Brush not blood,

but dirt from your chest. You sit up. You're in bed.
Bad dream. Back to sleep. You sit up. Rise and shine.

Good morning. This is the poem of a people united
in the uniform of your last day. Pockets full

of candy, hooded sweatshirt, sweet tea. This poem
wants to stand its ground, silence force

with simple words, pray you alive, anyone's
son -- tall boy, eye-smile, walk on home.

--Tara Skurtu

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