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A long ago summer
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A long ago summer |
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c_fuller Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 52california |
I was ten when the world and a guy named Ray decided that I needed to lose my innocence. Pitchin' pennies on the corner with my little brother, my mother upstairs in the kitchen. A silly argument in the bar, the kind that always ends in death, all because of the color of their skin. Ray and the almost-dead guy, decided that the black men didnt belong in their bar, sharing their poison, drowning their misery. Words ensued, blows followed, then the inevitable chase out into the daylit street. Yelling and then firecrackers popping, the almost-dead guy now the dead guy laying in the street with his life pouring from his neck. Yanked into the house by my mother, more firecrackers and the guy named Ray getting shot in the leg. Watching from my bedroom window with my mom trying to stop the bleeding, a too-small finger in a too-big dyke. Ten years old when I watched my mother's hands stained red, when my innocence bled out, just like the dead guy in the street. Ten years old that summer when I looked at the blood stains on the street and saw the tears of an abandoned infant... |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
How sad for a child to be a part of that reality and it is a reality. In my neighborhood gang violence is just a part of life. You told your story in a memorable way. Ida |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
liking the slice of life poetry here |
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