"HOODLUM"

~Prologue~

When death knocks on the door, how will you respond.

Jamal Tatum/Victim of Crime... Contributions...Gang Peace Coordinator,  Recruitor for Feeding the Homeless Robotics Technician, Family Oriented and Love Life
Jamal Tatum/Victim of Crime... Contributions...Gang Peace Coordinator, Recruitor for Feeding the Homeless Robotics Technician, Family Oriented and Love Life | Source

He shook hands with the devil, and the devil won!

Jamal was on a collision course with life from the day of birth,

only twenty two years old before his greatest battle on earth.

He celebrated life though tomorrow never existed, and always had a smile just because he knew others would miss it.

Jamal had a swarm of friends he knew all by name, and they all adored him because he treated them all the same

yet, on that cold, bleak, rainy night, he would face his worse nightmare with no friends in sight.

Returning home from a basketball tournament to help house and feed the homeless, death came knocking in the pouring rain, traveling with an associate that claimed to be a friend, little did my unwittingly brother know he would let those demons in.

Next to the youngest of the family and a virgin to the streets, unwittingly he became a victim of his own calamity.

His guest ask for water and as he stood rinsing a glass, he said a breeze of uneasiness consumed him slowly as it pass,

he turned to see the young man with a three fifty seven in hand, then a voice shallow and tense said, all your money or your dead.

Jamal immediately obliged them though not done yet, the perpetrators had something else in mind to inflict.

They guided him at gun point to his back room silently and slow, both willing and eager to let their firearms go, forced him to pull his pants below his knees and tie them in a knot as they smirked excitedly,

as my brother sat there on the edge of the bed watching the escapade unfold, the silence in the room was worser than the cold, he sat there without speaking and must have wanted to shriek,

then he felt the heat of the first bullet as it exited his right butt cheek, in that moment of horror he leaped upon his feet, desperately trying to set his self free.

He plunged upon the larger one trying to get ahold of his gun, what my little brother didn't know then, was his downhill battle had just begun.

Both guns blazing from front to back, as he tried desperately to dodge the bullets from the vicious brutal attack.

Heat from the metal tore through his already wounded flesh, as he engaged the mental torment along with the physical crash.

The smaller one reloaded and tried to finish him in, but my brother could no longer feel the hot metal bursting through his skin, so he fought even harder though he knew he may not win.

As Jamal's strength begin to weaken, the intruder used the gun to lift his chin, in order to get a better angle on what he thought would be the end.

As they gazed into one another's eyes, that's when the heat begin to rise, my brother turned slightly as the bullet ruptured his jawbone, he said it felt like a sledgehammer chisling through bone.

As the bullet did its final damage the perpetrator slammed him into the panel of the door, leaving a trail of blood on the frame as he slid to the floor, while the perpetrators leaped over his bludgeoned body scampering for the door.

Thirty six bullets later in a puddle of his own blood, he lifted his eyes to heaven as his emotions began to flood, in that last moment when he was ready to give up the ghost, the heavens opened up and rendered him a heavenly host,

he lifted his battered body and carried him to the front porch, drippings left behind him like a candle floating on a torch, my brother called out for help in a shallow wind and some of the neighbors begin to wonder in.

As the ambulance arrived and rushed him to emergency, my brother blurted out with a loud and vigorous shout, thank you God for rescuing me.

Note: Written in memory of my youngest brother who survived this horrible nightmare to die on a basketball court from congestive heart failure 4yrs. later. I love you brother always!

(©)copyright;KarenRussell

Summary

This poem depicts the struggle for life and death in an unhinged world where life is oblivious to the world at large, and the recipients of violence struggle to stay alive.

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Comments 27 comments

Aisha  7 years ago

Man this is so sad to hear what ever happened to the guys and are they still living? So many questions go through my mind. My mom always told me the people who you think are your friends really are not your friends in fact those are the very ones who set you up because of jealousy and the lone green eyed monster. I am so sorry this happened to your brother and those guys should get life without perroll or someone basically give eye for an eye is how I feel about these situations. But in the end we also have to remember with all the things we want to happen that there is a GREATER GOD above. I know I am contridicting myself but feelings come before you remembering there is a GREATER GOD above.


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Karen Russell 7 years ago Author

THAT'S TRUE AISHA, SOMETIMES OUR EMOTIONS GIVE WAY BEFORE WE CAN DISTINGUISH RIGHT FROM WRONG BUT, THAT'S WHY WE HAVE TO KEEP OUR MINDS FOCUSSED ON POSITIVE THOUGHTS SO, WHEN INSTANCES LIKE THESE ARISE, WE CAN HANDLE THE DEVASTATING AFFECTS OF OUR EMOTIONS & OUR LOSS. I MYSELF, DON'T MENTALLY EXCHANGE LIFE FOR DEATH, I'D RATHER SEE THE SOUL OF THAT PERSON BE CHANGED, THE WORLD HAS ENOUGH POISON IN IT. I PLAN TO DO A WHOLE HUB DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER & HIS CONTRIBUTION TO LIFE IN HIS SHORT STAY HERE, LOOK FOR IT SOON. THANKS FOR YOUR COMMENTS & SHARING THIS NEW EXPERIENCE WITH ME, GOD BLESS. R.K. AKA LOLLIPOP!


Linda Golden 6 years ago

I felt as if i was looking into a mirror of my past growing up around guys who felt that being in the streets was the only way of life. I feel connected to this poem...


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Karen Russell 6 years ago Author

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS TRAGEDY, I WANTED TO SHARE MY BROTHERS DEVASTATING VIOLATION SO OTHERS WOULD KNOW, THERE NOT ALONE...


Revolutionary_Poet 6 years ago

wow interesting so far,will read more in a few!!!!


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Karen Russell 6 years ago Author

THANKS, LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR RETURN...


Revolutionary_Poet 6 years ago

Wow..I enjoyed this read! Shame what happened though! Nice written reality sister.


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Karen Russell 6 years ago Author

THANK YOU FOR STOPPING IN, I KNOW, IT WAS A TRAGEDY, WORST OF ALL, A FAMILIAR FRIEND, THAT WAS THE TRAVESTY OF IT ALL...


karen 6 years ago

Hey karen nice piece he's gone but not forgotten his smile and jokes always run through my mind.


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Karen Russell 6 years ago Author

HELLO, THANKS FOR SHARING, I KNOW IT WAS HARD FOR YOU, I'M GLAD YOU TOOK THE TIME, KEEP SMILING...


Margaret Brown 6 years ago

Karen, your work is absolutely BRILLIANT. Your writing is amazing and when you can put readers in the zone of being, imaginging, and feeling all at the same time, that is extraordinary talent. Continue producing GREATNESS, YOU are what the world needs! Thank you for landing in my life. God has great things in store for you.


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Karen Russell 6 years ago Author

THANK YOU FOR SHARING MY JOURNEY, I LOOK FORWARD TO GETTING TO KNOW YOU BETTER...


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N.E. Wright 5 years ago from Bronx, NY

OMG!!!

I am trying not to cry.

This is a great poem. Terrifying, sad, but great.

I will share it again on my Face Book page.

Thank you so much for sharing this very tragic story.

Take Care,

N.E.


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Karen Russell 5 years ago Author

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR SHARING MY JOURNEY, I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO NEW FRIENDS, BE BLESSED, HOTEP!


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N.E. Wright 5 years ago from Bronx, NY

Hi Karen,

I thought I should pass this poem onto my Face-Book page again.

Take Care,

N.E.


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Karen Russell 5 years ago Author

ITS GREAT TO KNOW THAT OTHER'S ENJOY MY WRITING & STORIES, BE BLESSED, HOTEP!


Donna Dortch 5 years ago

The deep dark sinister minds of the evil ones never sleep. May you find peace, Karen, in knowing that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. You have my deepest sympathy.


Eden Hannah 4 years ago

Raw and heartfelt... This world can be so cruel... He is in a better place now...and tho not as he once was...you will see him again...the energy is with you still...


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you very much, be blessed!


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you very much, be blessed!


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you very much, be blessed!


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you very much, you are a gem, look for me on FB, Karen Russell Hicks, be blessed!


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you very much, be blessed!


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you & I appreciate you taking the time to visit...


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you & I appreciate your visit...


Alana Latham 4 years ago

my prayers are with you and your family Peace and Blessings


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Karen Russell 4 years ago Author

Thank you Alana for taking the time to visit, for your prayers, and your thoughts...

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