Black On Black
Mood: Thoughtful
Listening to: TV
This is a poem I wrote when I was 16 and I'm 20 now but it is still one of my favorites.
Black on black crime
Is what I see everyday,
Somebody's baby is always taken away
The sound of the gunshot,
It rings in my ear
I can only imagine how a mother feels,
When someone tells her
"Your baby is no longer here."
We do this to each other.
Why must we continue to hurt one another?
Do the tears of the mothers mean nothing to you?
Some people say:
"Well, what can I do?"
Unite!
Stand up!
Put the guns down
It shouldn't make you feel good
When you put another brother in the ground
Black on black crime
That's what I see everyday,
And everyday I wish I could just...
Turn away.
