I’m sorry for the family for little four year old Jasmine; she was always nice to me, always the one laughing…
Everyone was shooting but she doesn’t know where to run,
“Just standing there thinking I wish that ice-cream truck will come, ”
They turned the gun and she was shot n the head, May 14, God layed Jasmine Owens to her resting bed,
This is when all the sorrow came and little Jasmine’s family hearts filled with pain,
They reminisced on good times when Jasmine made them laugh, the things that Jasmine gave that they’ll no longer have,
Died by a bullet met to kill another man, instead it hit Jasmine and she fell in Gods hand, she felt the pain but all that had gone, when God sent down his angels to carry Jasmine home.
By: Breanna Givens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem