Walking through the school halls you wonder
Who is the next shooter?
The next victim?
The next family who lost?
The next person's life to abruptly ended in this dream we call America

Until you learn to use the dirt they threw on you
and the tears from your eyes
with the sunshine already in your heart
you will not bloom.
-S. A.

He looked like sunshine to me
Reminding me of all that’s good in the world
Separating the light from the darkness
And brightening my days
-S.A.

Your laugh was like music to me
Your eyes were poetry
Little did I know your words weren't that sweet
-S.A.