Putting one by one in my mouth walking along the road
Happiness swells my heart as my phone rung
Chatting to my other half I feel as if I've been lifted of a load
Minding the street to look for cars
I am totally enraptured by the conversation
Surrounded by an abyss of darkness-no stars
The cool breeze of this breath-taking location
The sound of footsteps deafen my ears
A dark figure mirroring my every move
A large frightening man confirms my fears
My innocence, why should I prove?
Stumbling over my very own tears
Arms flailing, running wild like game from a bear
My chest pounds, my vision unclear
What did I do, I am unaware?
I try to fight back, but I fail to prevail
I cry for help, no one comes, where can they be?
Eyes black with hatred, a death sentence without bail.
I'm gone, for what? You tell me!
"Trayvon Martin Case 911 Call: Screams Not George Zimmerman's, 2 Experts Say."U.S. News. 31 Mar. 2012. Web. 01 Apr. 2012. <http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/04/01/10963191-trayvon-martin-case-911-call-screams-not-george-zimmermans-2-experts-say>.
Your use of imagery in your poem is amazing! The way you describe each moment is so vivid and descriptive that you paint a picture in the readers mind and allow them to experience it. In the line, "A burst of lemon-y bitter-sweet flavor spreads across my tongue", I could honestly feel this lemony flavor on my tongue. Also in the line, "My chest pounds, my vision unclear", I feel the victims fear and panic. Your great descriptions have created more than just words of a poem; you've painted a picture :)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! I really liked the first line,it's a detail that not many would think to include.:-)
ReplyDeleteThank you ladies :P
ReplyDeleteThank you ladies :P
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