A War As Life By Basean Parker

My day was like a war because it felt like a captain was yelling in my ear, “Move, move!”  I realize my life and Brooklyn is a war of  it’s own because as I moved on with my day I saw a young lady die in front of me and her daughter yelled, “Help me please!” But there was no help as the little girl continued yelling. I walked down the block and a group of people were fighting over some  gang colors and the police came after someone died on the coroner of Albany and Dean. I continued walking to school. My friend got arrested by the school because he had a knife in  his pocket and he went in the school building and school safety checked  him and they realize that he had the knife in his pocket. Then the safety officer walked him out of the school and the police came and picked him up. Then I had to go pick up my daughter from her mother house at 3:40. I had a fight  on my way there because a crip thought that I was blood because I had on a red and black shirt. I got a cut on my shoulder and then I went to my baby mother’s house and she called 911.  An ambulance came and the man stitched my arm up. Finally, I went home.

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