Those Girls

The bang of a bullet firing

The fear that follows

The sight of my friends swimming in their own red pools

And their mothers trying to save them from drowning

Before they realize-

it is too late.

It happened to her, it can happen to me

So maybe I’ll be one of those girls

The girls who float endlessly through time

surrounded by their wildest dreams and fantasies

Engulfed in the flames of what they wish to be someday

Wishing...

Hoping...

Dreaming, and longing for something

Surrounded by her own pain

In school

At home

In the streets

On the news

Because she sees the injustice

She sees the red.

She hears the bullets.

Lost in her own mind with nothing,

but the wide dark road to lead her back to her reality

 

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