On The South & West Corner Of The Chi


As a man he stands
Unsure of his destiny
He has seen it too many times…
Three doors down and a distant cousin twice removed
The 3 year old playing ball in the neighborhood park…

Death flows in his (the) air
Violence calls on his kind
They never last past a certain age
Gang hooligans or not

BOOM!!! A calculated stray flies past
No one sees anything
Terror splatters doom in the noon sky

He is a victim of his circumstances
Birthed into the despair of his vicinity
His innocence (ability) will never be known


23 responses »

  1. I think you captured it perfectly here Boomie. It is sad that this happens. No, not sad … awful. It should not happen, there is no reason for it

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