A Bullet Through Colors

49 colorful souls un-willingly sentenced to a dark abyss ...

       or possibly an eternity on cloud nine?

Shots ringing...

      The immense fear of what might...


      Gleefuly dancing, grinding, and passionately loving the night away.

How dare someone play god and end a night never to forget and now never to be forgotten

      The testosterone mellowing in the room 

Screams seeking help

      The future adoptive parents, possible ceo, and outgoing rights activist

no more...




This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world



Published  for  " Power Poetry Scholarship Slams" 

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