Rayquon Story

Rest In Peace young brother!

NO TITLE (JUST THOUGHTS)
to Rayquon and Tournette

I didn’t know you, yet I know you too well.
You are Son, Grandson, Brother, Nephew, Cousin, Friend, Rayquon.
Sadly, others will simply call you - Statistic.
Woe to those that place you, and those that have passed before you as a result of gun violence, into one big file…
in the back of one long drawer…
in one huge cabinet…
in one cold, dark room.

Their minds.

Then they say, “That’s life in the hood.” Satan, I rebuke you! That’s not life in the hood.
That is DEATH IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD.

another

unnecessary

death

We hurt. We cry. We mourn. We remember.
But do we? “Life goes on.”
So true… for some.
But what about the mother of this man-child? And those before her, too many to name? Does her life go on?
Or will she wake every morn
to the reality of a child gone
after a night of dreaming he were
SITTING RIGHT THERE?

too tough to call.

“I know how you feel”, they’ll say.
“Do you?” “Cause I pray you don’t and never will”.

Still – life does…
go on.

it just won’t be the same.


Submitted in love,
Ant Black