Stop the Violence
By Paulette Ray
A breezy night in May
walking across the street, he was coming
I was saying in my head "not today"
he saw no one so toward me, he started running
I saw him with a gun in a black hoodie
he shot me multiple times and there was pain
he couldn't just kill me could he?
I knew it was the end of the game
After he was done
he decided to watch me die
he thought it was fun
but I was wondering why
The next day the news revealed that the suspect was not found
From the heavens down in my moms living room, I heard a whimpering sound
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