'Imma GANGSTA!'
He said.
Words so cold as he pulled his shank out
His brother bled,
Dead.
Eyes rolling to the back of his head
Years flash by; before his hollow eyes as his mother runs out
Her hands on her head....
scarf
She screams; she cries. She asks God for a moment of clarity
as her sanity slips away like the light in her dying sons eyes.
They run, they scream
'Bad man!' they say
He's living the dream
to shed his own brother blood
dont fuck with him - he'sruthless SEEN?
Haters come; we bun dem
snitches tell we pop them
bitchs come...we dont trust dem
False sense of security
with the boys he has a sancutary
sanity - left behind with his morality
too foolish to realise the fragility of his mortality.
Mum cries, she writes. Words to her eldest child who took her baby away.
'You need to quit - slit open your mind; pure stupidity. Dignity, a word seldom used in your vocabulary. Sexualise their lies so you hide you melancholy. Those tears you refused to cry has erroded your sanity.'
'My son is gone'
she cried
to get him away from his big brother - she tried
so hard
But she wasnt the one he listened to. Taken away by the brother he looked up to.
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