Lift up your index finger,
Connect it with your thumb,
Three fingers up.
GanG GanG GanG!
They shout
No nothing like them bloods and crips
This is a prayer, this is different.
And if you listen and if you pay attention, into the night you hear it. Through the warmth of the freeze you feel it.
GanG GanG GanG!
You hear
Them submitting to it.
To me
I smile
YOU ARE READING
Heavy is the Blood! The Blood That Spills.
PoetryThe Rise of the character that we all want to be maybe not be. Short story, diary, poetry. This is just the beginning of a journey so real. The first part of the rise out of five. 1) Heavy is the Blood 2) Heavy is the Armour 3) Heavy is the Sword 4)...
