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.
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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