When I Heard the Bad News

By D.T.

When I heard my man got kill

Something like brother

I ain’t believe when I hear

Man I couldn’t think straight.

The hurt I felt

I cry tears in a bucket

when I heard that s***

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2 Comments

  1. Kelli Murphy Taylor on June 2, 2012 at 5:11 PM

    This is a beautiful poem and tribute to your friend and how much you loved him. The line about crying tears in a bucket is especially vivid. I am so sorry that you lost someone that meant so much to you. You are too young to experience this kind of pain. I pray that you are able to use his memory to do powerful and positive things with your life. Thank you for sharing your writing!

  2. kassidilenae on November 17, 2020 at 5:28 PM

    DT,

    Thank you for being vulnerable. I hope that you have fully mourned his death. I know this kind of pain lingers forever. I encourage you to live for the ones you have lost. Keep writing, we hear you!

    KC

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