LaTasha Diane Thomas


A Long Walk Home - Poem by LaTasha Diane Thomas

I gotta hurry before the street lights come on
Loud firecrackers pop as I duck the drive-by zone

Open your eyes and stop pretending not to see
There's flying silver spears coming toward me

Some people call it 'Minding Your Own'
Nobody wants to tell the police, so the killers get to go home

Go ahead and look the other way
This could be someone you love the very next day

Everybody's crying, tears fill the hood
Trust me; I'd revive your son or daughter if I could

The devious wolves dress up posing as sheep
Look at innocent lamb covered in crimson...fast asleep

Why deprive the existence of what God call's GOOD
Another lost, rebellious teen misunderstood

It's way too dangerous to consider crossing the street
If we don't watch our own brother than whom do we keep

When you leave your soul will descend like a dove
Jesus Christ is the promise of eternity in heaven from above

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Dedicated to the streets of Chicago. Please stop the violence! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 20, 2013


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