Scarred Poem by seqouiyah young

Who would of ever thought, that it would happen to me?
Blood running down my face, Resulting in surgery.
I can see the light (pshh) I'm scared for life, not
only for now, but it goes on eternally. My inner soul
was bruised, but now my heart too weak; I was running
full speed, but landed on my knees. And when I tried to make
that stand this here, Is the punishment that I received!
9 inches now, creeping down my face, stares and taunts, is what
made me turn the other way! Now all I got left is Black and White
memories, blooming like the flowers in the month of MAY...
Never would I question the one up above, but Lord quench my thirst
for the ones with no love. They run these streets shedding blood,
ALMOST TOOK A LIFE! Red residue from a body, now drenches the
knife...