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Midnight, Not a Sound...
written by Starry_Nyght03:05 PM 3/24/05Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Not surprisingly, really
The streets are haunted by gangs.
If you're lucky
You might get home without a bullet in you
But then again
Maybe not
Midnight
All the street lamps are blown out
Not a shock to me, really
more drive-by shootings again
When will they learn that
Your race does not determine who you are
Rather your actions
than your actual words.
Midnight
My pop didn't come home
We expected it really
Mama found him alone
Yeah, she found him
dying in a pool of his blood
God,
help me...
get out of here.... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
If you can remember the song memory from Cats, this makes more sense. If not, read it as a narrative.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Igby (3-24-2005 - 03:40 PM)
| You're very talented. (I'm sure you've been told this before.) It's so very interesting, to me, how nonchalant you seem to be in the beginning, when describing the streets, and the gangs, and even the death of your father ..and then in the end you're pleading for a way out. I like it |
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