I am a Jew and a woman and my name is Trayvon. Some people may see something in me, Then love and hate that thing they see. We bring some gifts along and Exchange what we got. A random stranger may look for a victim And here I am. I fit the bill. Meanwhile, I am a spirit being Dwelling in this wondrous vehicle of flesh That carries me through the journey of life Without a roadmap to call my own. At all. The color of my eyes doesn’t define me, but My actions, they have consequences. Sometimes I got the power to Alter the direction of my trip As I see fit. Not always. I am meant to transcend it all With other living beings on the path, and Make some sense of things. It can be a joyride or obstacle course, The finish line remains the same. Time and circumstances are veiled. It can happen that I meet An unexpected foe on a pretty summer night And my life expires. Just like that.