Your face plastered universally. You never got to go to University.
As if that's the worst of it all, even though you've lived in fear since you could crawl.
Got bullied in school but you kept your cool knowing reciprocating the behavior wouldn't do you any favors in a place where your neighbors treat people like flavors picking favorites, discarding others.
As if we don't all belong to a mother who gave love and taught us what's right along with advice not to fight.
Your fight is your existence she said. She got through to him, but not before the bullet got through his head.