I was shy.
Never spoke out of turn
never took a step more than I could
always seeking acceptance.
I kept my opinions to myself,
all my ideals, my opinions, my beliefs
they were mine and mine alone.
But then something happened
Her eyes, they were glass.
The tears enclosed them
They were fragile and scared trying so hard not to break
She had heard the gunshots.
She had run as far as she could,
away from that school where she would later return
but now 17 of them were missing
So now I march
My own voice like the gunshots she once heard
All in hopes of preventing another girl from experiencing the same as her