When being a little girl...
You dream of unicorns and flowers...

But I dreamt on the lights that were my stars.
For a quiet night with no gunshots and cop car sirens.

When being a little girl...
You wish for cakes and ponies...

I wished on mommy coming home from spinning on a metal pole...
Seeing her safe...
She used to light up my ghetto girl face.

But now...

I'm shot down.


*shot dead