Yo Bitches, I Am Trayvon

Yo bitches, I am Trayvon--
Ranting and raving
Like Jackson and Sharpton
From dawn until night.

Yo bitches, I am Trayvon--
A brand and a label, a cause
To uphold at some rich folks’ table
Like Joseph Kony and the black
Genocide.

I’m a trademark of a
Grief-stricken mother,
I’m your son, your sister,
Your brother--
I’m your saint, your thug
And a lie.

I’m a whore of a sly politician,
I’m a martyr of a self-serving mission--
I’m the story that keeps you alive.

Yes, I am Trayvon--
Your vote, your profit
I’m your muse, your product, your coffin--
I’m whatever you want me to be.

And when you’re done,
You’ll find another
To make a monster
Or an innocent brother--
Because in each case
It is all black and white.

March 27, 2012
--Alexander Shaumyan

http://www.shaumyan.com