Altercations strike the neighborhood. <br />Guns, <br />Knives, <br />Bullets, <br />Lives have been taken by the darkside, <br />Children, <br />Wives, <br />Baby's, <br />Silent cries, from the horror that comes from another driveby. <br />Husbands, <br />Boyfriends, <br />Girlfriends, <br />Why? .. <br />One ask himself..Why did they have to die? <br />Alcohol, <br />Drugs, <br />Dope dealers and thugs, sitting on every corner, <br />trying to make your daughter a lady, <br />Always trying to warn her. <br />Life, <br />Time, <br />Death, <br />Blind to the times of the dangerous mind. <br />For i do understand, <br />Cause ones husband was taken away from thee by another man. <br />Fears, <br />Tears, <br />Months, <br />Years of hard times, <br />For i am a victim of crime.<br /><br />Tiffany Saxon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/victims-of-crime/
