22 years is too young to die
On the afternoon of February 4, 1999
Went to go for something to eat
But then I saw the cops
And knew I was gonna get beat
What I didn't know was that they'd pull out their guns
When I went for my pager and mistook it for a gun
Before I could explain
They shot me down 41 times
41 bullets, 2 dollars, and 4 dimes
Was the last thing I saw hit the ground
Before my body and before I was gone
1157 Wheeler Avenue was the street I died on
-Haley Hollins
YOU ARE READING
A.D. 1999
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for Amadou Diallo, a man who was shot at 41 times for no reason except for the fact that he was black.
