Teen Poetry Collections

When My Brother Got Shot

by a young man, age 16

My past,
When my brother got shot,
I was mad and sad all at the same time.
I didn’t even know what to do.
I was hurt.
I didn’t speak for two weeks.
I became an angry person.
I wouldn’t listen to anybody,
Wouldn’t talk to anybody.
Only person I’d talk to was my brother.
Ended up messing up my probation,
Left my group home,
Searching for weeks
For the dude that shot my brother.
Still been looking.
I’m still tore up inside about that.
And it doesn’t help,
The fact that I’ve never had my parents in my life.
Always had my grandma, though .
When things went wrong I’d go to her for help.
I’ve been in and out of jail.
I have nightmares of my brother getting killed,
That’s why I call him every day to make sure he’s all right.
My brother’s my best friend.
I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him.

Dedicated to my brother