funeral's memory
everybody wearing black
a color that represents grief
cries that leads to the question why?
was it that soon that your time was up
you were only 13
you transform to a teenager
although you thought you were grown
but you didn't knew the 1st steps to be an adult
you are now in a place
where you are facing up
with your eyes close
never again, will it open up to another day
all you can hear is disbelief
family and friends
kissing on your forehead
rubbing their hands against your cold face
saying their last minute prayers
in remembrance of who you are
that question is an understatement
who are you
what happen to you
who told you that it's cool to cut school
who told you that tagging on walls was fun
people lied to you when they say
let's cause havoc in the streets
what you fail to realize is that the streets don't love you back
by the time you figure that out
all you remember was bullet that went straigh to your head
and look now
your fond memories lies in a casket
in a funeral where screams of discontent rages on
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Angelwith1wing
Tears are running down my face. A 13 year old who had so much ahead of them lost it all in a flash because they gave their life to the streets. I can't even grasp the thought that like that for just making one bad decision someone who lasted only 13 years in this world is now gone. It is kind of a wake up call for me. I need to get my head on straight and fast. Thank you for that epiphany. Keep writing on my friend.
MVP-Most Valuable Poet
this is a part of reality
as young people, it's essential to rewrite history and not fulfill society's stereotype
im humble that you enjoy my poem and how it impacted your life
whatever it is you are doing, it's not worth losing your life
have a whole life ahead of you
if you like, we can collaborate a poem together
what do you think?