Days like these....

The day I died, I was on the balcony of a hotel. Knowing gods purpose for the struggle of all people, I gave the life he gave to me. The day I died, I was shot 42 times, bullets riddled my body over what appears to have been a wallet. No probable cause in mind for me just profiled wrongly. The day I died, I couldn't breathe, choked by the throat in broad day light for everyone to see. The day I died, I was shopping locally, shot down for disrupting some else peace." It's a toy," was my last scream. The day I died, I was at the top of life, taking everything living my dream, til time came for me to give something back. A promise that was made years ago when he died for me, to show the world love with every second I had to breathe. The day I died, I was face down in the street, I'd surrendered long before the last bullet hit me."Don't shoot" is how you'll remember me. The day I died, I was looking at a pretty face coming my way, I whistled one to many times.

 What will be your story? 

"It's a blessing to die for a cause because you can so easily die for nothing." Andrew Young