Jakira Lewis

by winkysgirl   Jul 22, 2006


Poor Poor baby why did you have to die, killed by this thing called drive-by.
Poor Poor baby only lived two years long enough to let her mama and daddy know that she loved them.
They will never see you grow up to be what you wanted to be.
So young, so sweet, so sad.
But that's our lives no one cares. No one is there for those that call out for help, they just needed a chance but it was too late.
So, they grow up with hate in their hearts and have no love or sorrow for no one.
This baby Jakira Lewis was only 2 and lost her life because of grown men being stupid.
They pick up a gun instead of talking their problems out.
These really are the end of time.

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