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Violence took my best friend

By Toni CrawfordPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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From my book: Flowing from my heart (Poetry from my Childhood and adulthood)

I can remember that day as if it happened on yesterday, when a mad man with a riffle took my best friend away.

We stood on the corner of his Parents home, talking about our Friday night plans. Then out of nowhere a Jeep with tinted windows pulls up with a gang.

We tried to run but it was too late, bullets flied piercing his chest and face. I was shot too, but only in my right leg.

Only minutes later, why Lord? I cried as I looked to my left to watch my best friend slowly die.

He’s only 17, he has to live. Next week is graduation, he has to live. His mom is a widow, he has to live. He has a college scholarship to Virginia State, he has to live.

I love you man, you weren’t just a best friend but like a brother to me and I pray your soul Rest In Peace.

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About the Creator

Toni Crawford

I’m married, Christian, down to earth, from the City and I published one book of poetry. That’s enough about me 😊

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