Blue or Red...What's your color?

In honor of black history month beginning I wrote this poem about gang violence.
There's some language used that might make one feel uncomfortable

Its either red or blue, Blue or red
Either way, you'll still end up dead.



I hate to use the word nigga but it seems like you guys fail to realize that the word comes from the word nigger so in this case scenario...I'll use the word to make my picture much bigger.

It's been 5 years and you stand over your cousins grave, you pour a little liquor as you look down at his picture and reminisce about the sound of a pulled trigger.

His red bandanna hangs from your hand.
You stand there and say "Damn"
How is it that the one who showed you how to be a man, is now buried deep beneath a pile of sand?


A tear sheds from your eyes, despite how much you've been told that "Real men never cry."
You know that there's something better than this, you know it's all nothing but lies.
But you couldn't escape this life even if you tried.
You know that because your cousin himself tried
And in your arms, he died.


Its either red or blue, Blue or red
Either way, you'll still end up dead.

You guys run around out here and act like you're men but you aren't... you're nothing more than just little boys playing with your big boy guns that you think are toys.
But it was too late once you decide to use your weapon, as a tool to destroy.


You always said "Bang bang, it don't mean nothing to a real nigga"
Oh yeah? Well tell me now-
How does it feel nigga?



The same shit you did to other people, came back to you.
Your cousins colors were red but yours were blue.
It still doesn't change the amount of pain you're going through.
I guess now you learned that karma really does come back to you.



Its either red or blue, Blue or red
Either way, you'll still end up dead.


Your cousins blood stained your blue shirt that night
It was pitch black outside but you still didn't need a light to know that your own blood wasn't white.


No matter what color clothes you wear your blood is still red.
No matter what color clothes you wear you still can't shake the image of the blood that was running out of his head.
"He's dead! He's dead!", those are the only words some random stand-by said.
But you were still focusing on his blood that was dark red.


It was in that moment that you realized that you were all the same inside.
It was that moment when you realized it was silly you guys couldn't just put those dumb ass colors aside.
It was in that moment that you realized it was too late, you let your own cousin die.


Its either red or blue, Blue or red
Either way, you'll still end up dead.

Pic by: Payle @ DeviantArt :

 http://payle.deviantart.com/art/One-Blood-327325705
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