I really hate guns in my face

This is not a biased poem. I just refuse to become another victim because my aspirations speak louder than my destiny or what the government expects of me. 

Whether I am another on the list and the bullet penetrate my skull, heart or  

anything that cradled my dreams  

I tell you it only hit my existence 

 No man-made bullet can destroy the poetry  

That dances in the minds of the ones I confide in  

No bullet can penetrate the impact I left my mother, sister, or brother 

No bullet can erase the fact that I am a black man, African American, Negro with a dream  

To see passed the shades put before my eyes  

See passed the past that haunts and lurks in our present history  

No bullet can erase the nine digits social security number given to me proving  

I am human, I can dream, I can make realities from my dreams, I can mess up, I can vote, I can do all things through Christ name who strengthens me 

No bullet possess the power to wipe away the ability to rise above adversity 

"I tell you one thing I really hate guns in my face" 

Says those who cannot say this today