there are invisible children hidden behind miles of above ground swimming pools and wooden swing sets. they've seen life sized doll parts scattered across their front lawns and were taught how to take their first steps as though they were being sent off to war; knees straight. head tall. don't flinch at the sight of blood. a few weeks ago i turned on the local news, the upcoming story took place in the west side of Detroit. a photo of a young, colored girl wearing butterfly shaped barrettes in her hair comes up, the headline at the bottom of the screen reads, 3-YEAR OLD SHOT IN FRONT YARD the news reporter talks about the situation as though she's being forced to discuss the weather in the middle of a heatwave; it's the same. ****. thing. every. day. i'll tell you what no one pictures when they hear about another ****** in the same city that might as well start building their front doors like cemetery gates. picture the mother trying to sell a cradle so she has the money to buy a 3-foot long casket. picture her walking into her daughter's room to tuck her into bed & remembering that she's got nothing left but empty hands. dear america, tell me why some of us were born with targets sewn into our backs, tell me if it disturbs you at all that there are children who want to chip off their skin, that want to be painted a new color because they want to see if the light will hit them in a different way, & make them less invisible.