7 Years - Blog Posts

Trayvon Martin

When I think of Trayvon Martin, this is the image I see in my head. The kid in the hoodie, the young boy, the typical teenager. He was one of the first I heard about as US civilians and officers started to receive more public backlash against the murdering of Black teenagers, Black youth, Black men, Black America.

There is a lot I could say about Trayvon Martin, and the impact his death had on his community, the US and the world--but it’s not fair. It’s not right. He should not have had this impact from his death, the choice of how he should live his life and the impact his life would have on the world were choices stolen from him by his murderer and those who let his murderer go free. 

Today I think in pain about his parents, who have pushed forward his spirit and his loss trying to give something back to their son that they should still have with them. It’s been 7 years, and the part that is the worst, the part that sticks with me today is that he is physically gone. Skin cells take an average of 7 years to live and replenish. After 7 years today I will continue to hold his soul and say his name, but after today even those who tried to save his life will not have had physical contact with his body at any point in their history. Any hugs or kisses from his family, hi-fives from his friends, all are gone. But will not be forgotten. 

Rest in Peace young man

Midgar Blues ♥

Oh Midgar, Midgar, city that's always on my mind For Midgar, Midgar, I left my one true love behind Snuck outta the town before the sun could rise ⁠— when I knew you'd be sleeping Could barely read the words on my carriage ticket ⁠— non-stop to Midgar Our parting words never said, only to be washed away Swept up and lost in the stream of life I can't see the stars no more ⁠— but they still fall In the plate's reflection, that night summer sky from our youth You and me girl ⁠— watching and wishing We both burned so very bright ⁠— brighter than the sun Yet we played it too cool, never making a move How our hearts raced so fast, we could hear them beat Electricity ⁠— oh how the sparks would fly Oh Midgar, Midgar, city that's always on my mind For Midgar, Midgar, I left my one true love behind