A Bullet Passed Through the Years of My Youth

Finding a Home

Like How the Fathers Would, Take Those Warmed Up Sake

Drank with Their Fates

with Death in Their Youthstreets of Brooklyn…photo from online…

The Thoughts of Leaving Inside the Mother’s Minds

Hitting that High-Note

Like the Bullet Holes

Pressing Down with Those Roughed Up Palms

That Wound, with the Sacred Songs Flowing Out

The Child’s Breath, In-Between the Fingers

The Surveillance Cameras Had, Kept People’s Attentions

In Place of History

Became the Hero that Saved Us All

The Hundred-Year Storm

a tourist attraction…photo from online still…

At a Stand-Off with the Buildings’ Escape Ladders

With the Snow, Accumulating, All Around the White People

So, this is something that’s happened, a child getting SHOT by someone’s bullets not destined for the child, and, it is, a dangerous world, especially in a country, where it’s OUR second amendment rights to BEAR arms!