From my hands
Pixels bleed
Through the tapping
Of purple
And lilac
Bubbles
Through days
Bright with
Ideas,
And nights
A dark
As the corners
Of peoples
Fears
& imaginations
Run wild.
I'm angry
At him
I'm smitten
With her
I'm inspired
By them
And all
I can do
Is lay here
On the
Cold concrete
Floor
And bleed
Out the colors
Of the rainbow
Where I was
Shot with
A 45 caliber
Hand gun
Cocked
And cocky
As the bastard
Who shot me
For all the
Things
He couldn't
Accept
About himself.
The colors
Are all running
Together
And in the
End
My blood
And his
Both shine
The same
Maroon red
In the orange
Streetlight
Of the night…
Under the stars
Mixing like
Lovers
In a cocktail
That only
The sewer rats
Will enjoy.
I didn't deserve
What you
Did to me.
You didn't deserve
What your daddy
Did to you
When you
Were 3
And acted
Too much
Like a sissy…
And he
Beat the
%^&*( outta you
And taught you
To do the same
Anytime you saw
Or sensed
Anyone
Who felt like
You.
I just hope
That my
Bloodstains
On the streets
Remind some
Little girl
Or boy
That it looks
Like art
Than like
Your self-hatred
And loathing.
I hope
That it looks more
Like faded
Sidewalk chalk
My last testament
To beauty
Because I tried
To reach you…
Than just
Another statistic
Of gang violence,
Because even
Though
You killed me
And yourself
In the processes,
That it is
The love
I tried
To share with you
That is
Remembered.
