Scott deMayo
My folks would rarely
let me out of the house.
They were scared I would
get caught up in the gangs
that ran around our
neighborhood. So I stayed
in and was lonely.
And none of it mattered
when that stray bullet
shattered through my bedroom
window. I wish they
would have let me out more.
And this is why one of my life mottos is: "Hey, I could get hit by a bus tomorrow."