His Runaway

Replacing a gun with a pen

is the reality he chose to get away from them, 

He always kept his hood in his heart,

Remained true because his momma kept it real from the start.

If he only had the time to spare,

He'd change some life choices to not be afraid of his fears.

If he had a coin for every dime he's had in bed,

there'd be 3 quarters of pain running down his heart before he shed,

A rainstorm never caused him any harm

Tattoos spoke loudly - the pain was on his arm

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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