When I Died

The day they won,
i picked up a gun
3 bullets to the head
Pride,
strength,
courage
then i was dead

When i died,
irealized
i was the one who pulled the trigger,
and the digger,
of my own grave

3 bullets
1-pride; denying pain i hide
2-the strength; to defend what i feel inside
3-the courage to have pride

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poem by Brittney Phillips
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