Not A Threat

Why does shit like this happen?

A 21 year old should not have a cousin dead from heroin,

a grandma,

an aunt, 

and a childhood friend all dead from homicide,

and an old aquaintance turning up blue in a tent over the weekend.

When we were in high school,

an eighth grader got killed by the Amtrak 

and it felt like every kid in town went to his memorial service.

It was by the skatepark, his favorite place.

We were friends with his brother but he stopped coming to school one day.

This shit's getting too close, man,

don't bring it no closer.

Anybody kill our blood and they'll end up at the bottom of the river.

This poem is about: 
My community

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