KILL THE RICH

POETRY BY AMBER HUESSO

Yesterday was the 2nd year since M.S.F's been deceased. ..And just yesterday, 9: at night my cousin was shot twice by scraps, dumb ass's who claim the color blue. He was gunned on "ALABAMA and 24th"...(Are you still going to visit me now?) Why do I feel like a prisoner, can't even walk my block without feeling safe? That I might be jumped, mugged, beat, knifed.
He was knifed before in the chest too. They found him again.

My roommates informed me that they saw blood on the sidewalk this morning, didn't know who the victim was....

Family grieved. Friends and family prayed. We all were hurting, tearing, upset, and more.

Gangs just won’t give up or leave you alone. If they can't get to you, they'll get to a family member (so I hear). Cause the person they resent pain.
..I really don't know what my cousin was into but I have his girl friends number and I told her we'd chat soon. I've been through the same difficult position of losing someone you loved, ..love.

(In a way, Brian made his choice of running amongst parallel lines, life and suicide...they crossed. ..Death, it's like math.)


And I'm stronger than ever.

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