Poem Number 22995

in broad daylight

So maybe looking back,
my culture was smashed,
didn't have a strong dad,
but I had a strong back
that was tired of the lash

but that doesn't excuse
the fact that I wasn't confused,
I used every tool at my disposal
because I didn't want to lose
my self respect, my integrity
If I had to choose again,
I would suffer these blues
with even less pity

and you don't know,
so shut your mouth

what it's like
to send a soul flying
on a one way ticket
down south

so ask your questions,
but you don't know nothin'

nobody saw it coming

a man with a gun
in broad daylight
shoots three people,
then walks away

news at eleven

you threaten heaven,
i say who cares

take the stairs,
endure the stares of
history

they always look at you funny,
doubt

but they weren't there
they didn't hear

the sound of fear calling your name
when you don't have courage to spare

the feeling of
looking down the double barrels
of a shotgun

aimed right at your family's head

what's left to do after that

but leave em dead
where they fall

it's nothing
really,

it's nothing at all.

-o-
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I like the way this builds and the way the repetition of "it's nothing" etc., draws the reader into the story -- well done, o!!
JFC