Polluting the streets
killing our young brothers
do you know what it is like to lose a loved one? No, it’s all about the paper, the cake and guap.
Never even taking a second
for second thought I wish for a day; my pain was your pain
I wish you had to walk around and miss someone you loved
because, he didn’t die peacefully
He was out right taken from me !!!
You can run
You can hide
You won’t get far
there is no place to go where you cannot be found
whether it be guilt or lack of compassion someday your sins will amass you.
Torn down by guilt. You will beg for forgiveness.
Although, none will be given
where was this compassion when my brother got drugs from you
yeah ,you’re right
Right now as of right now at this very second I don’t know the whole picture but I’m a big picture kind a girl
slowly but surely and eye for an eye has to apply
except my brother will be in the ground yet, you will just wish you were
About the Creator
Breanicia Turner
I recently lost a brother to addiction. Writing is my creative outlet. It allows me to be there for people; I normally could not be there for. My words are the way I heal. Although I know this is a wound that will never heal.
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