Closed Book, TM

Closed Book, TM

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé

A poem for Trayvon Martin


his name spoken fewer times

probably only whispered with cluttered sighs

when televisions expose hints of 1955 mentalities

that have poorly progressed after national ballots are counted

his story probably nowhere near a writer's hands

an editor's layout plan

a publisher's latest text book

his pain tucked in the nooks and crannies of nightmares come and gone

he lives on only in a google search

and the moments worth holding onto in his mother's memory

he is vapor

and we see him not

what conundrum

what tragedy

what shame upon my heart

to open the book of injustice

but read only part one

a story undone

a book closed

a tale of old

and yet it still rings new

and sadly true

that there are some things we have yet to get



© 2012 Tinasha LaRayé

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Added on November 21, 2012
Last Updated on November 21, 2012
Tags: racism, injustice, death, shooting, hate crime, peace, trayvon martin, life, black, white


Tinasha LaRayé
Tinasha LaRayé


I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..