Mr. Geib said,
Go home and write a poem
Tonight
Let the words just flow on 
the page
Your verse will see how
will it is made.
What to write about?

I can't think what else to write about but to write about my cousin
Randy,
A couple days ago a policeman shot him,
When I received a phone call and was told that he had passed away,
I felt as if my blood went rushing up to my brain.

I was scared,
I felt sad.

Thursday night was his funeral,
When I walked in there I saw him,
I got the same feeling that I did when I had received that phone call.
I stared at the pictures from when he was growing up,
I couldn't stop asking myself why he had to go,
why,
why him,
why know,
Why when he was just beginning to experience life.
He was only nineteen

I didn't get to know him,
And that's what hurt me the most.
That he had to leave and I didn't even get a chance to know him,
(or to say a last goodbye.)

Yesterday when I walked into a restaurant,
I saw two cops sitting down on a table,
I was scared and terrified.
It reminded me of what had happened with Randy,
I was mad,
I felt like asking the police why would they do such a thing,
why would they shoot somebody in the chest?
I couldn't
Because I couldn't even look at then,
I didn't care that it wasn't them,
I was mad.
I still felt like it was them who did it,
I felt like it was their fault too.
Everybody has been saying that things happen for a reason,
And that something good always comes out of it.
I understand,
But it's hard to except!

Something good did come out of it,
I got to meet my aunt , uncle, and cousins that I didn't know I had,
I've learned how much fun it is spending time getting to know my
cousins.

Though what's still sad is that I couldn't do the same thing with Randy.

In loving memory of
Randy

By AG