Brittney Phillips

(3/6/94 / Baltimore, MD@GBMC)

when i died


The day they won,
i picked up a gun
3 bullets to the head
Pride,
strength,
courage
then i was dead


When i died,
irealized
i was the one who pulled the trigger,
and the digger,
of my own grave

3 bullets
1-pride; denying pain i hide
2-the strength; to defend what i feel inside
3-the courage to have pride

so away i went...
into the light
inspite that i might,
seek answers
get my questions answered
with out sticker shock
or again getting shot
but im already dead so who cares?

who cares,
that i still have nightmares
cuz i'm dead,
and i the one who behead
myself


when i died i took 3 bullets to the head
pride,
strength,
courage,
and still lying here, DEAD

Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2008

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