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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.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
Final moments
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)
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
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