I know it’s been a little over a year, but I still
remember it like it was yesterday. The flowers,
friends and family all gathering together at the
Inglewood cemetery. It’s kinda sad how the only time
we ever come together is for someone’s death. I
remember seeing your body lying there so life-less.
The expression on your face told me you were happy,
because you were in a better place, but not happy with
how it went down. I stepped closer to get a better
look. I couldn’t help but let the tears fall. I
remember feeling your hand and it was so cold. Then I
remember kissing you on the cheek. That’s when I saw
all the cuts and starches on your neck. Then I saw the
â€SY†by your left eye crossed out with a perfect “Xâ€.
It’s like whoever did what they did to you dissed your
hood. It’s so hard for me knowing that some one would
hurt you. I never expected anything like this to
happen to my brother. It really hurts because the fact
that they’re still out there, not being punished for
what they did. I just wish I knew what really went
down that day just so you could finally be able to
rest in peace.
