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What really happened. Zimmerman vs Trayvon

>Sitting in my room
>perfecting my beats
>reverend asked me to perform an original song for church
>super excited, love to use my gifts to give glory to God
>polish up my song, but no time to rest
>gotta hit the books
>lil' brother wonders in, he's such a bro, love the little guy
>he asks if I can go get him some Skittles
>i tell him "after I get my study on bro, education is more important than candy."
>(gotta teach these little ones right)
>finish my studies, put on my hoodie (it's cold out)
>pat lil' bro on head, remind him that Jesus loves him
>walk down to store, humming my favorite hymn (Amazing Grace, speaks so much truth)
>pick up extra large bag of Skittles (lil' bro deserves a treat) and some iced tea
>pay the nice Arab man
>tip him a fiver for keeping such a nice clean establishment
>throw an extra ten in the Lupus jar (gotta give to get, ya know?)
>walking back home, humming my second favorite hymn (What Wondrous love is this)
>realize a man is following me
>maybe he's lost
>say "excuse me sir, is there something I can help you with?"
>he has hate in his eyes, alcohol on his breath
>he drops the body of the kitten who's head he just bit off and mutters "negro"
>i can't believe my ears, I can't believe people would use such language
>I remember what the guys at the youth group said: just remove yourself from those situations
>run and hide behind Mr. Taylor's house (he's a nice guy, he always tries to pay me when I mow his lawn)
>the man follows me
>he tries to find me, but i'm good at hiding (i'm just glad my praying wasn't to loud)
>he gives up and walks away (THANK JESUS!)
>then he stops, he's having a problem
>he's choking on the kitten head
>I can't just leave him like that.
>I roll the man on his back and start CPR (you gotta know that when you're a volunteer crossing guard like me)
>the man is yelling for help
>i try to keep him calm, lean in and whisper that Jesus loves him
>he throws me off his chest
>then I hear a bang
>i can't believe it, he shot me, I'm dying just when my life has just begun
>i can feel myself getting cold, i worry about lil' bro, i hope he can still enjoy Skittles after today
>i do what I know Jesus would do, with my last breath I say "I forgive you."
>if you're reading this please tell lil' bro that it's alright, that Tray-Tray is with the angels now.
>god bless you all, and please, if my death means anything, let it teach us to rise above the hate.

pls dont riot