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to run- But there was nothing else I could do</p><p id="5e00">First bullet stole my air Glad you weren’t anywhere near Second bullet sealed my fate You know we never truly felt safe</p><p id="d456">Say bye to the kids for me Damn, I would have loved to see Them grow up Ju — just Remember me happy Remember me strong Remember me when I used to sing along To all of Brandy’s tracks I wouldn’t take anything back But today, maybe Wrong place Wrong race Wrong time We all know that gun wasn’t mine</p><p id="61a6">Babe.. I’ve gotta go to sleep Please remember me I’m gonna rest in peace</p><figure id="0c14"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*2kQ7_ft5ZHmva_8_.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="94c4">This story is a response to Prism & Pen’s writing prompt <a href="https://readmedium.com/no-justice-no-peace-388bbc0ce337">No Justice, No Peace</a>.</p><div id="53dd" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/no-justice-no-peace-388bbc0ce337"> <div> <div> <h2>No Justice, No Peace</h2> <div><h3>A Prism & Pen writing prompt</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*b0w2gylN7Et2cIzauPJySQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><h1 id="ae44">Other stories so far —</h1><div id="3b20" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/we-matter-fc21dad7506a"> <div> <div> <h2>We Matter</h2> <div><h3>End all racism</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-

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“36 Bullets”

He just wanted to go back home

Martin had a dream Wu Tang screaming C.R.E.A.M. I’ve got some of my own And someone to hold But is it really worth dreaming anymore I wonder about it As I walk out the door

I love my girl And I’m scared What if one day I’m not here What if they catch me on my way home What if they caught me right now Damn, is that them over there? Don, do-don’t get scared

Officer, I think you want that man running over there Nah, I didn’t rob nobody I’m just on my way home to my lady What if they scream — GUN!! Knowing I never had one

Lights flash Guns blast Bullets fly Life spills From my eyes Media is quick to criminalize The civilian becomes the bad guy

Oh he was a transgender! Maybe he smoke weed He must’ve been a gang member W-we just couldn’t see They said he had a gun So something had to be done He deserved it Those bullets were worth it

36 bullet wounds In one body One last breath That hurt too much Too much blood Too many misplaced guts But who gives a fuck? Media did a damn good job Painting up a villain And a victim So nobody would listen To my remaining family

Blood spilt Lies were told Hearts broke Wide open Not enough words spoken Would you march in the streets for me? Would you check on my family?

I — I’m sorry I didn’t make it back home I know you cooked my favorite Thank you, Baby Please stay strong For me They’ll get my body out of the street I tried to get back for you I’m sor — sorry they snatched me from you I should’ve tried to run- But there was nothing else I could do

First bullet stole my air Glad you weren’t anywhere near Second bullet sealed my fate You know we never truly felt safe

Say bye to the kids for me Damn, I would have loved to see Them grow up Ju — just Remember me happy Remember me strong Remember me when I used to sing along To all of Brandy’s tracks I wouldn’t take anything back But today, maybe Wrong place Wrong race Wrong time We all know that gun wasn’t mine

Babe.. I’ve gotta go to sleep Please remember me I’m gonna rest in peace

This story is a response to Prism & Pen’s writing prompt No Justice, No Peace.

No Justice, No Peace

A Prism & Pen writing prompt

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