Graves. Uncertainty. Nervousness.
A hole through my wall, I can’t believe they’re shooting bullets.
Called the cops to look for safety as they hit,
white chalking powder hits the floor with silver bullet fragments.
Started bouncing home to home and learning detachment.
Anger in confusion as the officer tells me to pack up and leave,
“Guys on the loose and he still can return to the scene”
“It isn’t safe to live here anymore” and boom my home was ripped apart from me.
So many changes in uncertainty.
Rushed to pack a bag, stood without a home for weeks
Caught a case when I was just trying to protect my family.
I have seen how quick these streets can get ugly.
Blessed to be alive, blessed to be covered, Blessed to have God as my comfort.
Thankful to live in discomfort , because I’m growing from the dirt.
Thankful to my dad for...