Last Chance Poem by Kayaeisha Shaw

Shots go up in the air
People screaming everywhere.
Five nigga's shot
3 wounded 2 dead.
1 lost his arm
The other lost his head.
Time goes by
When crime is high.
Then you realize
That when you fantasies,
All you see is the world being hypnotized.
This is like World War III
People banging on the street
Feeling a little beat,
Cause everywhere you turn someone is always carrying a heat.
I hope this war end with a beating heart
Cause it feels like mine has been ripped apart