(This poem was written in response to the murders of Carter Davis and Natalie Henderson in 2016.
The students lived in my local area. I hope they find peace in heaven.)
Whilst she babbled in the kitchen chair,
millions of people paid with their lives instead of airfare.
Whilst she played in peaches and plums,
the world watched in terror at the great horror the two buildings had become.
Death traps fell from the sky like angels
Their prophecy of death on iron string cables
She sat counting at the coffee table
A war started before her first word
The poison of violence forever uncured
She was born into relative peace in '99
Never knowing of certain tragedy in 2 years time
Yet, she will never know the world when it was safe
All she knows is the violent images that blow up in her face
Airport security? Metal detectors? She knows the drill.
A part of life that's linear. It has always existed and always will.
She grows up and Osama is shot
End of the violence, for once, she thought
Wrong, terror is rising.
Fear is like a tide and she cannot keep deciding
To sleep on past the days in which children die.
Guns firing and mom just wanted to say goodbye.
ISIS is killing, but so are we now too.
Hatred has tainted our step and killed our steeds.
Nobility means nothing when there's death in the streets.
She's approaching adulthood and has only known fear
Seeping and sawing at the security in the atmosphere
Black boys and cops lay dying
No one can find anything satisfying
To answer the call
That asks "when will enough death be all?"
Let me ask you about the caliber of your gun
Can it really save the life of the young?
Tear drops like bullets shot into my heart
What lesson, oh older generation, do you impart
To me? A girl born in peace but only knows violence
I hide and cower and pray for the silence.
Two students, two lives, two people
Two lost lights, a knight and a hornet
Blood from their heads in a shopping corner
Oh, how I dare to misrepresent her
Natalie, a spinner like me
17 is too early to go with nothing but dreams
Carter, a sports star and a boy of life
Turns out that Publix is deadly at night.
Two kids born in peace who only knew violence
Had their heads opened on pavement without riotous
God, will we never be free?
I know that she could have been me
I am 17 and I grew up in Roswell
I'm on color guard and I need some goddamn gospel
I was born into peace and thrust into tragedy.
I feel loss in the world so absently.
I find myself so entirely unprepared
If we manage peace, will we face it un-scared?
Our generation is officially on probation
Decide, act, change the system.
Most deal with the pressure through medication.
The world is about to meet a group of adults to never know silence
Please, do not oversimplify it.
We are gender breakers, religion haters, and government shakers.
We are victims of visual violence and auditory assault.
We are broken and lost kids.
Afraid of the sky, the ground, and anywhere police tape forbids.
We are but