Month: October 2017
They Thought
They Thought
They thought I was,
but I’m not.
They thought I needed,
but I don’t.
Thirteen
& searching for a gang,
hoodlums or geeks,
at lunch,
or jocks hazing in the hall.
Three o’clock,
breaking free.
Escaping.
Finding salvation,
skateboarding at warpspeed,
wrecking with glory,
wrecking,
with blood on the street,
fire in my belly.
Thirteen
& free,
after school,
speed wobbling,
away from
enemies,
close to God.
Two hours till dinner.
Two hours of life,
two hours
till home.
Cb10-25-17 (photography and original artwork by Charles Braddy 2017) 
I have seen too much, yesterday was enough.
Guns & TV.
Another show.
Sunday night.
Reruns & replays,
slow motion,
rain from a high rise.
Rain coming down.
Popping rounds.
Blood on TV,
blood on the ground.
Blood on TV,
Blood on me.
Another shooting,
mothers weeping,
congress sleeping.
Another shooting.
Another life gone.
I won’t fall,
I won’t evaporate.
I won’t Sleep.
I will stand.
Cb10-3-17
charles braddy 