Did you not gun me down and take my rights away?
When you ‘stand your ground’ and kill me, there’s nothing I can say.
I’m dead and still being tried, the burden is on me.
While I’m lying in a casket because I bought some tea.
Your legal team destroyed my name and said I was the thug.
Though I’m the one who’s dead and it’s you who pulled the plug.
I knew I’d be found guilty, it started at my birth.
There was never any doubt. I knew I had no worth.
I wore a target on my chest the minute I was born.
When you followed me that night, your eyes were full of scorn.
I stood no chance that rainy night against a gun and hate.
As I walked towards my destiny, I walked towards my fate.
My family, those who loved me, awaited me in vain.
Not knowing I lay dying out in the pouring rain.
So, you get to tell your side, and silenced me with death.
While you claimed I did you wrong, interfered with your good health.
My soul cries out for justice and to let the truth be known.
But I lie here in my casket, so cold and all alone.
I was seventeen years old, what crime did I commit?
I was born into a world where I never did quite fit.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
I am not about to stop posting about this tragic taking of a young life because, lest we forget……