The Problem
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July 30, 2006, 7:59 am
Filed under: Poetry
Filed under: Poetry
Somebody cry for me..
For my family..
Please don’t go on with your day..
Leave me on your mind..
Remember how I fell to the ground..
The way my blood bled back to the earth..
Please remember the disaffected half grins
of the onlookers..
The shame in their eyes..
17 years old..
Remember my mother crying out her heart..
How she will never be the same..
How it made you wanna holler and yell
and scream with frustration..
And blame..
That my death could not possibly
be the only solution.. to me–The problem.
In Loving Memory of Anthony Lawrence Butler, Oakland’s 80th homicide of 2006
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