GUN
It can be black, chrome, found inna home Stashed inna room and they all go boom! Some hold 6, some hold 9, some hold 30 if you got it then you dirty Some got bodies found dead inna alley One killed…
ward8 is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees ward8 in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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