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A Poem by:

Michael Hillmer

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Eleven years I lived

Huddled in the belly of my mother's house.

My sister and I, sat

Together on the front porch that evening

Talking basketball, Nintendo, dreaming

Of a way out

When I was cut-loose by the nightmare car

Red rusted speeding shots rapid-fire

Black bullets sucking oxygen.

My mother and sister, watched

Them take my body away in the ambulance.

He was a good boy, my sister said.

Never caused any trouble.

He was my baby brother.

BOY, 11, KILLED IN DRIVE-BY SHOOTING, the headline read.

They washed me off the pavement with a fire hose.


Michael Hillmer
Copyright © 2002

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