When I see this photo, yes, I see Trayvon Martin. Guess what else I see? I see the face of my sons. I see the face of all of our sons and I am angered. I am hurt. The fact that this motherfucker is walking around a free man is one thing. Signing packs of skittles is an ENTIRELY different thing. WHY IS THIS OKAY? WHY IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE? As I prepare myself for bed, I am praying for better days. I am praying for my sons and all the beautiful black boys in this world. You deserve better. We deserve better.
With a heavy heart,