THE HARD LIFE

May 29, 2014

I m awaken by the shots

bamm bamm

i walk outside to see him dead in his own blood

his eyes looking up at me

like he want to tell me something

then i see it

killed because of the color he is wearing

16 years old

and its all over

cant even go to school without having to fight

i close his eyes

it over our angle

can be the angle

he was meant to be

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