Why is my Black your Crime?

Trayvon Martin need I say more? No not really and while we are speaking loud, Sanford is still not hearing. While this one is making national news, truth be told this is just a continuation of living black everyday. When did the color of my skin or my fashion apparel make me your criminal? Beyond that who made you judge, jury and God to conclude that my hood meant my life was no good? Why are your personal complexes the reason my family grieves? What gave you the right to approach, let alone bother me? When is it safe to send our teenage boys to the store; oh not in your neighborhood our travels restricted but obviously safe only at the ghetto stores? Let me guess your children don't walk to buy skittles and ice tea? Why did you see me as black instead of just a kid about to enjoy my candy? Did my sweet tooth make my life worth taking? My greatest question now that my dreams have been silenced; would others have to cry out for justice if I was your white teenage son and his shooter a black man?