The 4th Generation

I wonder did Mr. Leon crave some of his illegal boot-legged moonshine that he usually hid in his inside pocket of his brown suit and in the back of his black Studebaker car, as his blood ran cold down his bullet ridden legs into his brown leather Oxfords shoes. I wonder when the Honorable Judge Ted Wallace kindly unloaded his 6-shooter revolver into Mr. Leon’s chest, stomach, and legs, did he feel the force of the hot fierce bullets pierce into his warm and un-expecting flesh, just as I felt his force of his violent fierce penetration into my warm and un-expecting flesh, of which sincere pleads of mercy fell upon his selfish deaf ears. I wonder what in fact actually stopped Mr. Leon’s treacherous heart and caused his traumatic death, that of the Honorable Judge Ted Wallace piercing bullets directly into his flesh and into the bones of his soul, or his new learned fact that he is my third cousin or his shock! Of the fact that he is indeed colored! Big-Mama say Mr. Leon’s death is a blessing to second and third generations, but most of all a blessing to me, I’m Shelly-Gene The Fourth Generation.