BY GLORIA O’KOYE
I wish one by one
They would think twice
In keeping the Six alive.
Wish someone could tell them
There is no shame
In directing your life.
The human in us all wants to live
In this ideal fantasy.
But how many have the heart
To put in that work
So these visions will become
A new reality.
Instead of being around the bush,
Show that the path of the bullet
Will strike generational wounds.
If it’s not nightmares, or addictions,
It’ll be your loved ones getting the blues.
How many times the most honest prayers were within those courtrooms.
Behind the prison walls the glimmer hope
Battles with lost souls
Being trapped in small rooms.
Wish these babies knew
That the label will haunt them
Even though the community continues to fight for them.
Wish these babies knew what’s it like without
Twisting their necks every second.
If they knew the cost of this destructive road
Would they really glorify the road of being a gunman?
