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Dec 2014
Just a young boy growing up on the bad side of town
school was like a prison, bars up the window, cops searching you
everyone is in a gang, what is one supposed to do.
The teachers were scared, would never shout at kids
even the pigs who patted us down were scared
the teachers, the cops, the public to scared to say anything
maybe if they did I would still be alive today.

I was a young boy, I had big dreams
school was an escape from my home
I never joined a gang
I lived in fear all my life, trying not to hurt anyone or upset them.
I don't remember the final moments
just pain, so painful and so much blood.
I think I was shot by a passing car but I can't remember now.

The news said

10 year old boy gunned down near is home
Teachers said he was a clever child and will be missed
Parents were unavailable to comment

Don't be scared to do the right thing
like me you still might get killed
and nothing will still be changed.
Just something I wanted to share even if it isn't considered a poem.

(This as nothing to do with my life or anyone I knows life. it was written from the point of view of a random person who was born in the wrong area)
Craig Harrison
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Craig Harrison  England
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