Letter From A Bullet (C) 3-26-09 Poem by Zahir Kijani

Now I don’t who this is to I was never good with a name
All I’m good for is terror, destruction and findin a person to maim
Some thinks it’s for a good cause, thinkin I could ever be tamed
But I just say if I were you I’d stand back if you don’t want to be lamed
To the perpetrator shooting theirs mothers are constantly bein shamed
But it doesn’t matter cause in the streets that nigga’s definitely famed

My life’s pretty simple just sit in a cozy bed and fire away in the anger of people
I can be directed to your chest, your back or at your brain through your temple
Into your nose, or your eyes, or the knee caps, ankle, foot, hand, joystick, or dimple
Call me proactiv cause in the case of insult with injury I’ll knock out your pimple
And to get my house for anyone doesn’t even depend on who you are to be simple
I’ll blast you back faster than playin the song Mr. Tung Twista in the up tempo

I have many enemies but instead of cursing me forever the people that hate me uses me
It’s like what I’ve done to so many people is sad but more people dates me than refuses me
And I’m genderless and promiscuous and I’m a smooth talker so lots of people chooses me
Though I get them into trouble politically, criminally, or conscionably people excuses me
And there’s no three, one times a charm, but I’m used cause there’s no one that abuses me
And none of you are responsible, cause when someone’s shot dead everyone accuses me

But don’t take this personally at your funeral I don’t see empty I say it’s half full and
Some people say I’m inhumane and there has to be someone out there to null it
But because of my impact no ones thought about it like they really could mull it
Or no one has gathered together the right mind like they really could cull it
Settin me off is pretty easy to but do this get a gun cock, aim it then you pull it
Now to the victim in question I appreciate your patience this a letter from a bullet

Just like I have no sex there’s no race so I’m black, red, yellow, tan and I’m white
I kinda have no friends cause when anyone sees me they always start to dodge out of sight
Most of the time people wanna set me off but the smart ones don’t do it till night
And I guess I’m no longer the alternative like I used to be the next choice after fight
So to you sir or ma’am I’m blind but you standing here shows me your not very bright
So I’ll enter you now I’m not sorry but I’ll say if you want to live stay away from the light