School Shootings
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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!
Thoughts and Prayers
My thoughts and prayers are not enough.
I think about how I wanted to start this poem by quoting
Day in and day out.
Through the halls and down coridors.
He walks with vegance.
Little could see nor understand.
Sirens scream as hallways drip.
Thankful to no longer be a target.
Eyes close in the ER.
The sound comes from down the hall
It draws nearer as you fill with dread
They reach the classroom
Shots fire through the room
i am human...
I ask my parents for advice, I dont ask them to beat me
I am human...
I get in the bus, they throw my backpack through the window
I Am human...
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony
Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
When I think of the world I'm afraid to look at what it has become.
People struggle through the darkness that has risen all through out the pastures of their very land.
There was a newspaper headline a few days ago
‘America Is Weeping’
All I could think was
So you chose to join the party?
“But the Second Amendment!” they say,
Moments before their children are killed by a right to bare arms,
“It's because the lack of bigger guns that it ended up this way!”
One text.
One reply.
Two texts.
Two replies.
Three texts.
No replies.
No response;
which was so unorthodox.
I thought this was so uncool,
to be in school.
This past week has been hard but I’m trying my damndest.
You’ve been inviting me over every day but I keep saying no.
Because I’m terrified that I’ll go too far and lose something private.
Today I sat in the darkened kitchen
Convinced that a shooter was going to kill me
But in those moments
I realized what I loved
What I would miss
What I was truly grateful for
One
There’s an underbelly of this school
Not where the cool kids rule
I’m starting to think they run the place
Like some all powerful alien race
Some represent a pool of sludge
I blame it on their hideous pudge
She sits alone, to be out of sight. Unheard.
She hides behind the booming voices of unorganized chatter. Screeching people.
Friends and I moving on.Two are going into the militaryOne isn't good with structure.One structures everything.
The metal was warm against my flesh
I wondered where I'd go
The trigger was right under my finger
Another thought came though
"Why does it have to be me?
I do not deserve to die"
