the world can be such an ugly place
to be here for such a short time
what was I to do?
could my little voice be heard?
I screamed your name
I screamed to tell
I screamed
You really didn’t want me to speak the truth?
the people who say they love you
really don’t
they just say they do
how could this be love?
how can innocence be so desirable?
I was just a child
My name is Shaniya Davis
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What is this lifestyle we’re living?
Representing neighborhoods
with hand signs
Singing in unison
about killing somebody
Well now that somebody is me
Took a bullet in front of the Money
Club life got my life
and their still counting our dollars
Maybe we should be counting the bodies
of this lifestyle we’re living
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The world is seeking understanding
An explainable why
Brother Malcolm had a chance to offer his
Found it in that same cold place
by candlelight
Time is something you can’t get back
Use yours wisely
Like Brother Malcolm
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If you could see what I see
Thousands of young victims like me
Executed like war criminals
Gathered together in a place
Where all the young souls gather
At peace watching down
on all the other disturbed souls
Thinking one day
They will be able to see too
Hopefully they’ll be looking up
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Senseless crimes have penetrated our state
Quiet communities are in shock
And the media are busy asking questions
But our lives are gone
Never to return to hear
All the the chatter and rumors floating
To our loved ones
Goodbye
Question not
For the answer doesn’t exist
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When is a bike more than a life?
Is the torch of values not being passed?
Across the nation we are making history
Killing over things that people give away
Capitalism is killing us
And I’m yet another victim that has been silenced
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Sometimes you can love too much
And hate is equally as strong
Let my children stay strong
For they will suffer the most
No answers given will make sense
And no comfort given will ever feel the same
This is love
All the rest are illusions
I love you
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By Eric P. Martin
Execution-style murder
Shot in the head
Outside of Pike
What was he trying to prove?
What was the rage?
I’m gone
but remain much alive
Through the people who love me
I shall rest in peace
but what about you?
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By Eric P. Martin
I can no longer bring my mama joy
Nor any others
Twenty months
I had so much to give
But life was cut short
by thoughtlessness
Let my name start a revolution
to stop the killing of our people
My name is Shaniyah Burden
And our nation is angry
Let the revolution begin now
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The world is full of illusions in which I plan on unsubscribing to today. All of them. Having only five weeks of school, I plan on shifting my focus to making money. I signed up for a new business opportunity, Send Out Cards. I have to upgrade my package when I get to work because I signed up for the wrong package. Didn’t really understand. This way, I will be able to sell the opportunity.
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