Bang, bang, bang!
Shots rang out.
Bang, bang, bang!
On the sixth, he went down.
That ninth day of August,
two-thousand and fourteen,
a young man's life ended,
with an entire city's dreams.

They say he wasn't armed,
he didn't have a gun.
They say he fought back,
but the officer, he won.
Self defense or ******?
No one really knows.
Except the three who were there,
watching the nightmare unfold,
and so it goes:
"Michael Brown was murdered!"
"That white cop should burn in hell!"
"It was only self-defense!"
But to Michael, they said farewell.

Two sides to every story,
that's the way life goes.
You were not there, and the three that were, are the only ones who know
what truly happened that tragic night
when a young man lost his life.

So heart-wrenching a situation,
yet for the family, there is no peace.
The jury came back: no verdict.
And though they wished the violence would cease;
Turning the white man free
who shot their son
caused an uproar in the crowds.
They asked for peace, but they were not heard - the violence was too loud.
Flags of our fathers being set on fire,
dancing in the flames.
Shots ring out, stores windows smashed;
now, tell me, who's to blame?


This is not an issue of racism,
but of human decency.
The white man should not have shot the black man, but he could not set him free.
It is his job - his duty,
to protect and serve the law.
That fateful day, we may never know,
what it was that Michael saw.

Each man stood up for himself
in the best way that he knew how.
The outcome of what we now know
as the ****** of Michael Brown.

The media perpetuates racism,
there’s a different story everywhere you turn.
We cannot allow them to keep us apart,
and just sit here as they watch us burn.
Please, I beg you, from each man’s side,
it’s all been taken too far.
We need peace in the streets,
we need love in our hearts,
it’s all getting too hard.


My brothers and sisters,
and loved ones, too,
please listen to me now:
We cannot continue to stand apart
when war is happening on our very grounds.
We treat each other with hatred,
love is far from within our eyes.
How can we ever know peace
when all we tell each other is lies?

The unrest needs to subside,
the revolution needs to end.
Is this what your forefathers fought for?
You are ruining what they tried to mend.

I miss you most
when the leaves start falling
off the trees
and the chill in the air
bites at my bones
just like
the absence of
You.

I am always nostalgic for summer
when the leaves start turning,
and the chill of the air
leaves my breath hanging
in the air
like I
was never
there
at all.

I miss the days we never had
and your hand that never fit
so perfectly in mine
No, I never did get to feel
your heart beat against mine.

These days are endless.

They say you can’t
miss something you never had
But I do.
I miss your laugh
your voice
the way you talk
the way you filled my days.

Things only you could do.

You’re gone
away.

Talk to me, please
I swear I’m listening.
Hanging from every last word
I wish you would have said.

My hands are open,
tired and tried,
fallen at my sides.
What am I holding onto?
This is me giving up.

“What’s your favorite color?,” I asked;
I can’t seem to remember.
Does she make you happy?
I hope she makes you smile..
And me?
Well, I’m getting better.

I wish you’d remember
the times we’d stay up,
just to hear each other’s voice.
And I hope you remember -
God, I pray you didn’t forget -
that, though I never was your first choice;
how I’ve always been there
and never left,
even after we didn’t talk for months.
And we always pick up
right where we left off,
though I thought I hated you
once.

I miss the witty banter,
your sarcasm and your laugh.
It’s still hard for me to accept
that those days are in the past.
And my heart,
it hurts as I write this;
as I’m aching for something more.
I wish so badly for things to go back
to the way they were, once before.
And I know you still care,
in your own ghostly way;
but I feel that you’ve slipped
away..
to a happier place on the other side -
and if it were up to me,
I’d keep it this way.

Though I miss you more
than you will ever know,
things must remain the same.
See, I will never risk
your happiness
for me and my selfish ways.

And so I remain
holding on,
though I must let you go.
Don’t you know -
I loved you more
than you will ever know.

As you doze off tonight,
I'll toss and turn.
As your sweet dreams take flight,
I'll crash and burn.
While your heart flutters free,
I still can't breathe.
And when you stir in your sleep,
I hope you think of me.

These feelings are elementary
but ragged.
My heart,
anything but sedentary
in matters regarding
to you.

My thoughts, normally fleeting,
like daggers.
Impossible to ignore
or undo.

You can't run away from memories;
they always pull you back.
I'm bent over, doubled over:
you are my heart attack.

My love,
..or so I thought,
what happened?
Tell me, please -
I can no longer bear this madness.

Don't tell me it was a fling:
I won't believe you.
We were everything;
there wasn't anything
I wouldn't do.

I took a chance,
I took a fall.
Said I was sorry, baby-
thought you were worth it all.

Sometimes I mess up,
but girl, with you, I tried.
Let down my walls,
but you can't hurt my pride.

My writing,
across this page,
scattered.
Just like my thoughts about you:
we never really mattered.