Why me

February 18, 2015

Walking down the road a night

I didn't mean to cause a fright

Minding my own business

Then it's this man in my sight

I turn around and see him

His gun up ready, aim, shoot.

Look at me down on the ground with no excuse

This is abuse

So many questions run through my head

Wondering it i'm dead

Wheres my mom

Where is my day

Where is my brother

Why Me?

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