Above all odds
He has Arose
Arose from the darkness
that coverd his eyes
The precious faces he once knew
still lay in darkness
along with the other few
The place once called home
is now nothing but a lonely shack
He beggins to scream
He screams for forgiveness
Because little did he know
all that he loved would be lost
lost over a color
A color of HATE
Reason for writing:
there use to be a lot of talk about gangs and mafias and such on sertain poems ...theres still a few..
I wrote this because i come from a family that is now broken into and fight like cats and dogs...like many gangs its not just about color or fighting ...but belonging some where
but the colors that you wear will either make or brake you and for one very close friend of mine....It broke him..like a twig.
Birth sign: Gemini
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