If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.
If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.
If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.
If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?
If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
(read forward, then backward, line by line)
I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.
At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.
At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.
At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.
At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.
At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.
At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
************ and the
police laughed at my report.
At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.
At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.
At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.
At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
A Girl was pushed into a new World
When she was just seventeen
That new world named her as ****
Her Body became an Opaline
It was the time when
Recession Smacked the City
She was fired from her Job
Left with no complicity
Soon she became a sensation
Her Business became a calculation
London was again capitalised
But she was Stucked Allied
She lived a two face life
Different during day, Different during night
She wanted to make it all same
But every time her bills made her lame
One Day she accidently visited a Grocery Store
She used to visit with her mom
“Oh I have been here before!!”
She murmured that and fell in lore
She got stumbled
But she recovered soon
Walked out of the store
In a B-RIGHT new boon
“Yes I Love my Job
There is Nothing Wrong about it”
Being Different in the Mob
At least she is not cheating the blob.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
I was taught
Beauty is abstract, it can’t be purchased
Later I found people taking 30 days challenges
To get it faked
I was taught
Acnes are due to adolescence
But now people don’t have them
Thanks to Candy Camera Fluorescence
I was taught
Grace comes with knowledge and meditation
But people came with another way
They started shutting down their lactation
No one is black or brown
No one is fat,
No one is frown
Swagger is on high
Spirituality somewhere left to die.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Why would I discuss ****
If Masculine **** is fine
Society don't give it a shape
Mental design get in line
I know this phenomenon
Coz it happened to me
Well now it's a foregon
It wasn't simple as it feel
A girl molested a boy
But boy appeared as pervert
It was like battle of Troy
In which boy was compared with dirt
He can't have a police complain
He can't have any trial
The law doesn't recognise it
Oh dead fish stuck in brail
Police arrested that boy
Subjecting crimes that are not done
Girl acquired fake support from
Feminist people in a bun
This was the end
Of a Real Story
Unknown cases and
Candle march glory..
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
A 14 year old tender,
Came with a situation
He can’t decide his gender
Social keys challenging perception.
A prof. got suspended from his job
Coz he can’t love a woman in the ****
His feelings for affection were just like us
But for men, that he can’t discuss.
A girl of 25 don’t want to marry
Coz she love her girlfriend back in bury
She know it’s impossible to do this
As the law prevent love between two fairies
Now the question arises
If love has no boundaries
Why our brains are in cages?
As metals are casted in a foundry
God has made us in different pages.
We all pray equally
As do lesbians and gays
We all love equally
As do Bisexuals and Transgender
We all make friends evenly
As any girl or a boy
So why we can’t love legally?
Think and make others think
We all are humans, catch the link.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC