Boom boom gun trigger,
Ya white shirt turn wetter.
Red stains cant remove it,
Death stings cant refuse it.
This isnt glorified livin,
This destroys conscious thinkin.
Wakin up every day lookin for the dollar,
Straight chillin waiting for a job to holla.
Get bored, get dressed, get strapped,
Get throwed, get wild, get wasted.
Get aggresive, get tossed, get shot,
Got killed, got buried, got forgot.
Boom boom gun trigger,
Ya white shirt turn wetter.
Red stains cant remove it,
Death stings cant refuse it.
Life turns from choices
Thank God for voices,
To remind and remember
Life is precious.
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Hi Z, I thought all three poems were interesting and intriguing. I think I liked the last poem best, though I don't know who "B.L" is and I am not sure how to take the "you" that's twice repeated in the last stanza. I liked "Sy Goodbye" nearly as well. There was a great use of strong concrete images here, but I could not quite follow the embedded narrative. good stuff. dw
ReplyDeleteZ- this poem is sick (sick as in great Mr. Williams)
ReplyDeleteI like the changes you have made from when we discussed this in class. Every time I read this poem, I still hear your voice reciting it.
I like the duplication of the verse, I think it is needed to reiterate the severity of the consequences of this situation.
I love the transitions in the third verse, the "get" turning to the "got" is so powerful. The words take you through this guy's situation and shows you how easy it is to fall into this lifestyle.
I also like how you summed everything up in the last verse. Your reason for writing this poem becomes apparent. BL is lucky that he has a friend with such powerful "voice".