A Drive By In Brooklyn - Poem by jana blakley
cars speedin by fast and tires slipping n sliden along the street.who would have known the next person on earth to die was c. the boys stopped the car. they got out and started yelling calling c a fag & a sissy. they said that they knew where his house was and they were gon get c.he prayed to god they wounld'nt Emmitt Till me.so, they jumped in the car and drove away.he ran all the way home that where he thought he'd be safe. he was wrong the next day, he seen the same car from yesterday tonight.he remaind calm as the car drove by.he was shitless they could see it in his eyes.the boy rolled down the window. everybody scearmed and the best they could. he let go four shots: he got shot in the chest, head, both his legs.my moma ran out screaming yelling' my baby, lord please, lord not my only son'. the girl on the side of my mother said, ' ms.jones, carlos was dead when he got hit by the first one.'.the car was gone in the night. they say moma was never the same on that rainy day oct 4,2000.thats when they took my cousin life carlos jose major, because they thought he was gay.
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