JAMYLA BOLDEN (In Memory of) – A Poem
So The World Might Know Your Story
I’m a 9 year old young lady Sitting on my bed Should be scared of monsters But instead I’m scared of death
Every car that drives by could be the one That shoots the shot heard round the world Into my room
They told me not to worry That will never happen here But each night I hear the Crack of Guns and screech of tires I know death is drawing near.
Shouldn’t I be living my childhood in Peace Not thinking that the colors I wear Could cause my life to cease.
I don’t want to fear this fear I don’t want to cry these tears I don’t want my worth to be measured In pride, power, or selfishness I want it’s worth to be shown in years.
But tonight that will be stolen from me. A thief I don’t know will steal what he doesn’t own.
I will be adding currency into my life savings account. When a car will drive by taking everything out that I had saved.
One will stand in a crowd of thousands remembering me by name. Days later hundreds will cry in my honor But will my story help the world to change?
In memory of Jamyla Bolden. From the stories told about you by those who knew you, you were going to be a world changer. I wish I could have met you.
In Honor of Shawn Williams for taking a stand.
DISCLAIMER: This is an attempt at telling the story of Jamyla Bolden, who was shot while doing homework in a drive-by shooting in Ferguson, MO on Tuesday, August 18th, 2015. This is my outlet to try and process what has happened.