Six Years Old

I went to a new school

When I was six years old

One day our teacher got a call

Hide. Is what we were told

 

Kids went under desks and into closets

Hide anywhere you can!

I couldn't think of where to go

I remember seeing a man...

 

I couldn't what was in his hand

But it made a great big sound

Then something hurt inside my chest

And I fell to the ground

 

Daddy stopped talking then

Mommy always cried

I'm not sure what happened that day

But I'm pretty sure I died.

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My country

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Sgiven

We are doing a performance piece at our school about School shootings.  I would love to use your poem in our performance.  If you are ok with that, would you please email me at sgiven@mexico.k12.mo.us  

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