Wednesday
It was a normal wednesday
or so I thought
as I sat in my social studies class
daydreaming
a whisper passed across the class
"don't tell, but"
a gun
concealed in a backpack
in a school
full of future scientists, doctors, greatness
on wednesday
he opened fire
on a teacher and my friend
shock
shock
shock
things like that don't happen in our town
things like that don't happen on a Wednesday
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
My community