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Welcome To-The X

The poem reflects on the traumatic experiences of a young person witnessing violence and loss in their community. It highlights the indifference of society towards the deaths of marginalized individuals, contrasting it with superficial media coverage of more privileged lives. Despite the pain and anger, the narrator expresses a determination to rise above their circumstances and honor their mother's memory.

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Welcome To-The X

The poem reflects on the traumatic experiences of a young person witnessing violence and loss in their community. It highlights the indifference of society towards the deaths of marginalized individuals, contrasting it with superficial media coverage of more privileged lives. Despite the pain and anger, the narrator expresses a determination to rise above their circumstances and honor their mother's memory.

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Boom, then crash

The shattering of glass


I dive to the floor
Gave me bruises just like that
What the heck was that?
Was all that I said
Then I see the pool of blood
Then I see his moms was dead
No emotion in the commotion
I wasn't even sad
Even when I learned the bullet was meant for his dad
Vietnam made pops crazy
He was already half dead
So Why couldn't it had him that they shot in the head?
All the news that fits the print
Momma's death went unreported, not a whiff, word, or hint
They don't care about us colored flock is how my pops explained it
But i didn't know I was colored until his dad proclaimed it
Six months later his pops was dead too
Drug related shots fired
His skin turned cold blue
On the news that night the president's wife got a new hairdo
The news guy said I like it, how about you?
No word about my pops on the post or CBS
Why was that you ask?
Take a guess
And yeah why is that?
Is what politicians should be asking
But who's got time for questions
When your skiing up in Aspen
Bronx get gun shots to the head
And all yall swerving us as hasbeens
My momma was so lovely she would have made your head spin
Level the playing field and yall see who really win
And yeah I got anger
But i don't let it take me down
Cause my momma taught me better
And she holds me up when I fall down
Rest in Peace Ma
Don't worry about your son
Someday i'll make you proud
Because yeah I am the one
Its funny, he died before twenty-one

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