PURPLE

What is Red what is blue, but beautiful colors that make purple. But all around me they represent something. “don’t wear red its not safe” “Don’t wear blue they’ll think your one of them.” My life dictate by the colors of the block. Not being able to fully express my self and my individuality. Repressed feelings of them taking control, control of what is not even theirs to have.

There is crime all around me, and it will never stop. I found peace when it wasn’t so near home at least for a while, at least for some time. When it all started to arise, my life spinning out control. How can it be, someone dead at the foot of my house, someone’s life gone wrong. Someone died tonight. Fear to come home late, when the night is beautiful to have be around, fear of going down the street peaceful as a mouse, but even the mouse has its prey. I live by someone else’s rules, I live by what they want. I don’t want to fear life, but they have taken that away.

A Tear running down my cheek, “will this ever stop, cant we just make purple…I’ve never felt it so close, I don’t even know what gun shot sounds like. But seeing a headstone parked outside my door, made death that much close. My freedom taken away, my life up in ashes by them…God help them. They don’t understand, that putting a bullet in someone’s head will surely make them more dead then their friend.

~Liliana Martinez

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I was three years old, sitting under a tree with my mom to a side, and my older brother on the other side of my mom.

A guy who made me smile….a treacherous deception

Found a guy, who I thought would make me happy, he either was a killer or a liar, this made me sad. My values and morals, cant accept either one.