It’s, a dangerous world that we reside in, especially in the country where it’s our second amendment rights to BEAR arms, it’s a country, where, guns are overflowing, making it even more dangerous, on the streets, translated…
A Bullet Passed Through the Years of My Youth
Finding a Home
Like How the Fathers Would, Take Those Warmed Up Sake
Drank with Their Fates
with Death in Their Youth
streets of Brooklyn…photo from online…
The Thoughts of Leaving Inside the Mother’s Minds
Hitting that High-Note
Like the Bullet Holes
Pressing Down with Those Roughed Up Palms
That Wound, with the Sacred Songs Flowing Out
The Child’s Breath, In-Between the Fingers
The Surveillance Cameras Had, Kept People’s Attentions
In Place of History
Became the Hero that Saved Us All
The Hundred-Year Storm
a tourist attraction…photo from online still…
At a Stand-Off with the Buildings’ Escape Ladders
With the Snow, Accumulating, All Around the White People
So, this is something that’s happened, a child getting SHOT by someone’s bullets not destined for the child, and, it is, a dangerous world, especially in a country, where it’s OUR second amendment rights to BEAR arms!
Life, the Obstacle Course 