When I see your brown face in my head br I still think of parties in Randallstown br and the gun toting teens that br worked at Mcdonalds by day br and became thugs at night. br I stayed away from those gatherings br safe in my home like a clam. br I thought I was the colorless, stupid one br till they found your body behind br Randallstown High School, lifeless and br lying in the grass, killed by a mysterious person, br more still than you'd ever been, br and I thought how lucky to have been a clam, br how lucky to have been a poet safe in a hard familial shell.