I set out to write a poem about fear. But how do I put this fear into words? To say that this is a fear that claws at my throat, that haunts my every waking moment, would be an incredible understatement. How do I find the words??
Simple. I don't.
It's a fear I've lived with for years. Walking the hallways just wondering if we're next, if I'm next. And then they started high school.
But it's fine. He switched to online school and I graduated. But what about her? It's kind of ironic; the fighters are safe, but the meek is still vulnerable, exposed. Unsafe. And there's nothing the strong can do to protect her.
So I move on to the next chapter of my life, praying that baby sister doesn't get shot while she's supposed to be learning the pythagorean theorem. Pleading with my God that I don't lose another sibling to something that could have been prevented. Hating that I don't know if we're going to live out her dreams of photographing around the country, maybe even the world, let alone if she's going to come home at the end of the day.
So yeah, I couldn't come up with a poem. But I shouldn't have to live with the fear that my best friend might die before she even gets to live. I'm terrified. Petrified even. But most of all, I'm angry. It takes so little to change something so big. But America continues to stay ignorant.
So I'm sorry I couldn't write a sappy poem to get you all in your feels but I am tired of this bullshit. Why do we keep sending children to what could be their death? Why are we still allowing this to happen?
When will there be a change?
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My Poems
PoetryLiterally just a place for me to post random poems Attempting to keep them organized by nature/ theme Posting new ones when I have them or when I feel like it
