gang violence
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Boom
Woosh
Bam
Splat
Doink
Pow
Fwoosh
Plop
Boom - the sound of the gun
Woosh - the bullet speeding towards him
Bam - the bullet hitting him in the chest
Rest easy young one
Rest easy soldier
They try to appease with money oil and greed
But in order to succeed
You don’t need faith effort or belief
You ready
I'm ready
You ready
I'm ready
Ok
I'm Mr.Freeze because I'm in an icebox
I freeze up on stage I'll die of shock
Listen let me tell you about BOX Not a container with a flat base and sides typically square or rectangular and having a lid I wanna personify the BOX I knew as a kid See, BOX was close minded (get it box closed minded)...... NO BOX WAS closed....
Growing up, the happy endings are shoved down our throats
Like a spoon full of sugar
While other kids grow up with the harsh realities of their lives
Some may say I am a bore, but I am the senor.
They call me senor
Because I’m a bore
I’m in love with a whore
But I make her snore
I don't get much sleep.
I wish that I could leave.
It feels like I can't breathe.
A ghost I want to be.
I wonder if other people feel,
This way that I always will.
All I wish is to bring back you.
In the nightOut of sight Children forced to fightOut of spiteBrought to lightFeel their plightIgnore the siteWith all their mightClutching their tiny bodies tightIs this right?Their obvious plightStill ignored despiteSeen like some parasiteNever l
It sounds like heavy rainfall
Water burdened by the iron that colors it
Graffiti sketch its hue splattered backdoor streets
Red and blue lights illuminating the darkness
Look at my skin, all you see is a black man
Look in my mind, all you see is a dove
Part of me falls into oppression and hatrid
The other part of me looks to Rise above
Spread your wings and fly my child
A
warning
seen by all
It delivers
a sercet message
to unseen assailants
prowling and warring through the
midnight streets once labeled "peaceful".
When daylight arrives, they remind us
Spirit,
That's what we'll call the name of a boy with the story of a man at sixteen years old
Hear this,
With no worries of his sins nor society's gravitational pull on a black man's soul,
I'm speaking in simple rhyme so you can hear my messageToo many songs sung and rapped about the sex messageDrugs and love don't mix, don't you know that?
(poems go here)Where I am from…….
By: Chad Ward Jr.
I am from a Small city with BIG DREAMS.
I am from lost faith and lost hope.
On my path, I'm headed for hell
Today, I snuck in God's house 'cause he don't know me that well
But upon entrance a preacher caught me and called me by name
He said "I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad that you came,"
This cant be life.
Its like i walk out everyday another candle light.
In my city they shoot guns its no such thing as fight.
they shoot at anytime.
even on the fun nights.
I could see the terror and fright in your eyes
Got stabbed by a shank maybe struck by a wrench
Innocent bystander
Wrong place at the wrong time
I dont speak slander
(poems go here)The Power of gangs rule the streets...
women in fear children mistreated...
