What's the latest?
On the scene
Black boy shot
At seventeen
Selling drugs, pushing weed
He got caught, can't you see?
Am I blind? I see a mother
See a sister, see a brother
See an aunt, a grandmother
See the tears of my grandmother
Was it me or was it him?
See the light, yet it dims
Did I die or did I live?
Just let me know so I can give...
Give a Fuck about this war
We can't do this anymore
Blaming him for being ignored
Blaming me for being more
More than a witness who sees
More than that old man, who reads
What's on the front page it's me
Wait, what?
Damn, I see.
YOU ARE READING
The Concrete Rose: A Collection of Poems
PoezjaThe Concrete Rose They ask me "What is it like to live in the hood?" But I know better than to say anything Instead I point at the rose that grows In the concrete And it is a window into the future A life without pain Without asking myself will I s...
