Bang Boy, Die Boy

“IN THE BACK OF THE POUND” In another building, a teenage boy sits crying. He has a busted nose, a black eye and he’s black and blue all over. He’s crying from pain and frustration. He’s balled up in a corner, barely moving, because he’s in so much pain. In the next room, his mother is experiencing the same pain. She’s more than familiar with the ritual type beating; she receives when the drunken beast comes back to the cave. Sometimes it’s twice a week, sometimes it’s twice a day. It depends on how intoxicated and aggravated ‘The Beast’ is from his day of work. He’s at a job that he doesn’t like. That doesn’t pay him enough money. He gets mad at his boss and co-workers, then after work, he goes to a bar and drowns his pain in alcohol beverages. Then goes home and creates pain in tidal waves. He takes out his anger until he’s exhausted, then falls into a hibernating type sleep. When he’s into those deeps sleeps, periodically “The Angel of Death” lurks in the shadows, or sits on the edge of the bed and contemplates taking his life. However, she doesn’t want to abandon her child, by receiving consequences of her premeditated actions, that she may receive from the state, so she fights the temptation. In her son’s room, he now despises his father. He hates him for the pain and torture that he is putting him and his mother through. He hates that his mother does all of the cooking, cleaning, shopping, and whatever else that needs to be done; and his father still comes home and complain to have an excuse to beat on them. He endured this punishment for years, but now he’s tired. He can’t take it no more. Something has to be done. He has a few homies that he hang out with that knows the situation he’s in. They begged him to let them handle it. But for awhile he couldn’t do it, because the man is his flesh and blood father. However, the bruises and scars that him and his mother endured today, made him go over the edge. Today’ his father had signed and sealed his death warrant. Its late Saturday night. His father walks out of a bar. He’s pissy drunk, cursing, and arguing with the air. Three bodies lurk in the shadows wearing all black And face masks. They follow “The Beast” The predator, that’s now the prey. They wait for him to get to a secluded area, then they attack him with no remorse. He tries to fight, but the blows of street justice are too much for him. He is defeated. Out of breath and almost unconscious, ‘The Beast’ lays there. One of the shadows remove their mask. ‘The Beast’ is shocked with what he sees. He sees a too familiar face with a nine milli-meter barrel, pointing in his face. Then he sees a blaze of fire. Then he sees no more…..Then a voice says, your one of us now nigga, you’re a “G.”