A bullet hit her.
It killed her.
Jennifer Scavone was riddled in her Yukon on I-75 in Detroit.
Bullets kill.
People do also.
Play with the blame if you will.
Dead.
Silent.
They kill one dead.
No more life.
Breathless.
Loss.
I meant to speak up against violence.
No time.
So much to do.
More matters took time.
Then, a bullet hit me.
Surprised.
And, silenced.
No more can I speak.
Or, speak up against violence.
A bullet did it to me.
Never did I think it would hit me.
Never.
It did, however.
Now.
Well, I'm dead.
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