I feel naked,
The government stole my clothes.
I feel scared,
My house lit in every room.
The government stole my clothes,
Expecting me to cope.
My house lit in every room,
There is no warmth in a place I called home.
Expecting me to cope,
But I can never get used to bare feet on hot cement.
There is no warmth in a place I called home,
Every tiny tick sends shivers down my spine.
But I can never get used to bare feet on hot cement,
And cool breeze across my exposed stomach.
Every tiny tick sends shivers down my spine,
I feel naked.
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A/N: With all that is currently going on I thought I should touch on the subject. If you guys want more information, and ways YOU can be active to end gun violence click the links below (all the links are also in the description of Hannah Harts Video). It only takes a few minutes out of your day, and it could make a difference.
Hannah Harts Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maIqBhtTxrQ
Ban the AR-15 from Civilian Ownership: https://petitions.whitehouse.gov//petition/ban-ar-15-civilian-ownership
Did Your Senator Vote for Background Checks: http://everytown.org/senate-votes/?source=etno_ETActPage&utm_source=et_n_&utm_medium=_o&utm_campaign=ETActPage
Tweet Your Congressperson: http://everytown.org/tweet-at-congress/?source=etno_ETActPage&utm_source=et_n_&utm_medium=_o&utm_campaign=ETActPage
~ Scarlett
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Eloquence (A Poetry Book)
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