Poem About Gun Violence:
After seeing Shawn get downed in the streets
I vowed revenge on the one responsible
I couldn’t cry
And I couldn’t snitch
Those are just the rules of the streets
So I had to man up
I grabbed Shawn’s gun myself
Ready to avenge my brother
15 bullets inside
Each one a different emotion inside of me
Anger and fear, combining inside, waiting to be freed
As I enter the elevator thoughts billowed inside my brain
Making me ask myself “Should I do this?”
And “Is this right to do?”
And most importantly…
“Is this what Shawn would want me to do?”
And I don’t know...
Shawn not being here is just unspeakable pain
I enter the elevator, skeptical of what I’m getting myself into
As the elevator drops, an apparition talks to me
Talks about his past, and makes me question my motives
Each floor, a new ghost appears, more convincing than the last
More stories, more experiences, connecting to me
Before I got to the lobby I began to question my rumination of revenge
I began to let my wrath cease to nothingness
I began to ponder upon more questions
I ask myself...
“What have I actually learned from these ‘ghosts’?”
“Am I just another boy on the block, with the same fate as my brother?”
Lastly and most importantly...
“What is my destiny?”
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