red riding in the hoodie

Red riding hood but with a twist,

A boy walking home with skittles in his fist. 

With a red hoodie on, he meant no harm.

But to the wolf, his skin was an alarm. 

As he walked faster in terror,

The wolf took the gun out the carrier. 

Red riding defend for his life,

The wolf shot him and ran back to his wife.

Down in south Florida, 

Did not create a euphoria. 

Everyone is sadder,

Remember Black lives matter.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

Comments

kutiekay97

Wow this was amazing

 

jessnavies

Thank you 

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