An Average Night

It was nighttime When I woke up in the hospital room. Aching from what was apparently Multiple gun shots wounds to the back. Laying there that not knowing if I was paralyzed I began to think back to the previous night All in which appeared to be An Average Night… If you ask me. It was nighttime. I was hanging on the block Gambling with the guys. I was hitting licks Talking slick Side betting Taking what rightfully was mines. Once it was over I began my journey home. Constantly hearing footsteps Echoes in the shadows of darkness Nevertheless, I paid it no attention You know how people be tweaking. No one in sight I was almost home when... What appeared to be just a white ski mask Came into my view. I knew the end was near. Where I’m from, they use black ski masks to rob And when you see white ski masks Just know they came to kill. I turned around thinking if I ran Maybe I would make it back to the block. But deep down I knew I only had a few seconds left on the clock. As I ran, I said my last prayers Asked God for forgiveness But this was interrupted by what sounded like thunder Instead, they were bullets striking me down. And as I laid there on the ground I knew it was all over. It had began to rain And surprisingly I felt no pain Because my body was numb. The shooter walked over me. Fixing to end it But just stared for a while Then walked off in the distance. I couldn’t help but be pissed knowing The last thing I would see before my demise Was my shooter walking away. And I would get no justice for I was the only witness. As my eyes closed for what I thought Would be the last time. I was hit with the ugly truth. That tomorrow I would make the paper And maybe my shooting would make the news But my bad would out shine my good I would be recognized for my affiliation to the G.D.'s Not that I was a poet or an honors student Hoping one day to seek a degree. The storyline would read "Another teen slain in Chicago Dead at 15".