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I often try to stay clear of anything that isn't pop culture related on my blog..... Not for any reason other than the fact that I like to keep things light around here. But like most people like myself there is someone who is weighing on my heart.

Trayvon Martin.


...... I stopped watching the trial before the first week was up... As a sister of a black man,daughter of a black man,and future mother of a black man ,I couldn't handle it honestly ......

We in this country will travel to another country to fight 'terrorist ' but won't fight domestic ones here. 

In my eyes Geroge Zimmerman is a terrorist.

Yea,I said it.

This man has used violence and terror to achieve a result....... Too bad the result was the end of a child's life. Siblings are without a brother,a young girl is without a friend ,and parents are without a child because someone felt the need to 'stand their ground',a law that no one had heard of until a year and half ago...... 
He came out his house with a loaded weapon,hunted a 'suspect' who was armed with nothing but skittles and an Arizona  ice tea, even though he was told not to.. In my mind anytime you leave the house with a load gun,you have intentions to use it,makes sense right?

And why was Trayvon Martin because he was wearing a hoodie in the rain instead of carrying an umbrella? Because he was a young black male in a gated community in the suburbs? Because he wanted to have a snack at night?

Who was Geroge Zimmerman protecting? Wasn't he the one with the loaded weapon? So who was going to protect Trayvon?

..... They have been killing us off ,closing our businesses ,allowing to kill each other for years.... 

At what point have we had enough?

They build prisons based on our males 4th grade performances.

They allow us to kill each other is massive numbers.

They profile us almost to the point of forcing us to become statistics .

Officials we elect attempt to close LEGAL businesses we own.

They teach our children what they think our children should know and giving them standardize test that are often inaccurate measures of their intelligence


....... Lets face it we have been getting killed for years,the sad part is that we are dead and too busy 'living' to know it


But hey,what do I know?
I'm an art major.

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