By: Cedric McClester

Three years since Sandy Hook
Yet a mother still cries
Because memories live on
And the pain never dies
But little has changed
You begin to realize
Seems we haven’t learned
What we should despise

Twenty children and six adults
Murdered that day
Amid the screams and shouts
But it wasn’t the guns
So the NRA flouts
In the aftermath of chaos
They’re casting doubts
In between the tears and crying bouts

Nine hundred and ninety-four
School shootings since then
So we must ask ourselves
Will it ever end
Or what will it take
To make it suspend
Having more guns
Isn’t the answer my friend

The pursuit of life and liberty
Is an unalienable right
While that well may be
It’s probably a right
That we won’t get to see
As long as we allow
Bullets to fly free
We lose our lives and our liberty




















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.

I'm not okay... But it's okay

Because when I put that blunt to my lips I'm okay

And when I put that blade to my wrist I'm okay

I gave  you my hand and hopes of something  great. They say it all starts with a seed . You walked past with no care. days and years  go by with no hello or a goodbye. We walk the floor as we pass each other in my heart you will never know me. You think  u see me but  only image you wanted see. A smile but masked by smoke that is around  you. I rather keep moving forward  bc sometimes a tree can't  grow with no love

I'd rather be a villian by standing up for myself than the victim Who silently cries for help.