Dreams
of your life ending
Dreams of being shot
Dreams of my brother getting killed
Right there on the block
Lord, what are these dreams?
What are they telling me?
Dreams are dreams, but it’s like my dreams have become my
own enemy.
I lie down and cry as I try to figure out why?
Why did I fall off the roof that was sky high?
Why did I have to be there when my brother got shot?
Is it my turn to die?
I ask as I begin to cry.
All these questions roaming through my head!
Wondering.
How I haven’t ended up dead
Thinking to myself are these dreams going to come true?
Before I die am I going to get a chance to say “I love you?”
Thinking about when I leave here
Am I’m going to get killed at the age of 16?
Is my life really what it seems?
I don’t know, but the life of my dreams is haunting me
And right now my dreams have the best of me.
The “Seeking Solutions to Black
on Black Crime” series
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