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
Dreaming, and longing for something
Surrounded by her own pain
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