#marchforourlives
Hey. It's Charlotte. I miss you like crazy.
Every day I think about you. I finished writing that song we started. It hurt, a lot. We had huge plans, Carmen. Now you'll never get older. We thought we had time but yours ran out. I'm never going to forget you. You're at peace and I'm in pain. I'm growing up and you never got that chance. I was planning a surprise 17th birthday party with Julie for you. She held you as you died. I assume you were in shock but Julie didn't let go of you until the very end. She didn't want to let you go.
You sent me a birthday text that morning. 2:30am my time, 1pm yours. I saw it and went back to sleep. I didn't reply. Little did I know that you'd be gone an hour and a half later. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I like to think that you know how hard it was for me. It's as if I'm frozen in time. So many things remind me of you. I just can't believe you're gone.
What if I'd responded to that text. What if I'd called you and you were outside. What if you'd ditched 7th period. There are so many 'what ifs' but none of them can change what happened and that hurts me. As you know, I try to fix or help other people and their problems, but this one is permanent. This one cannot be fixed.
If only I had just a single moment with you again. Just to say goodbye. And to thank you for all the amazing memories we had together. But now you're gone. Forever.
I'm starting to cry, Carmen. You always knew what to say to cheer me up. Or anybody. You would always be there.
You had such big dreams to help people and to change the world. Now you'll never achieve them. Because you're dead. That's the first time I've called you 'dead' since you were gone. I didn't let myself say it.
I miss you so much. I never got the chance to say it, so here.
Goodbye, Carmen.
I love you.
Charlotte
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
when did my safety,
become victimized by a gun?
what made you want to s
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t a gun at our future?
what made you want to h
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t us?
when did my safety become the 2nd priority?
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
This whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,
feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying,
can’t get through to the new school,
try memes,
can’t get the truth through to these dudes,
they keep denying,
I mean what does it mean,
when a black kid’s not even safe in his own yard,
assassinated in his grandmother’s backyard,
story retold by the grandma of Stephon Clark,
trained killers hunted him down and ****** him,
maybe he would’ve survived if his skin was a little less dark,
maybe to see the light first we need a spark,
trying to keep it together even though things seem to be falling apart,
the use of deadly force is often excessive,
but penalties on the killers are rarely enforced,
as if a police officer’s badge is a license to ****
it’s not any less savage because they’re in uniform,
what does that say of our society,
when boys getting killed my men is the norm,
and us kids are sick of it more than a little bit,
school shootings cop shooting what’s going on,
and where are our leaders at times like this,
I mean shout out to Emma Gonzalez,
I respect her heart and congratulate her courage,
but why do adults have to learn from kids,
where are our role models,
where is the love,
global warming it’s heating up,
still kids get killed in cold blood,
this is not a front,
I’m not fronting,
I’m not faking,
I’m whole foods,
they’re all bacon,
fat no protein,
facts no smoke dreams,
fact is these pros need practice,
because this whole country’s a crime scene,
every day another cover up,
got cameras on every block,
still when a kid gets shot,
it seems like the body cams are always covered up,
how can it be 2018,
where we’re constantly under surveillance,
yet we never see the footage of cops,
when they shoot civilians,
and I’m trying to stay patient,
but I’m running out a patience,
and it’s not just cops killing kids,
kids are killing kids too,
but most people don’t even want to hear about it,
let alone actually get up and move,
wanna know how many people have been killed by guns,
millions and millions in the United States alone,
and no one is safe not even a 22 year old kid,
siting in the backyard of his grandmother’s home,
this whole place is a Danger Zone,
this whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,
feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
Red is the colour of blood
Red is the colour that
Wraps my arms around you
When I am in love
Red is the colour of fire,
Of the warmth that keeps me alive
Red Is the colour
That makes me angry
The colour of you screaming
Down at me and
The tears
Falling
Red is the colour of my hard work
“Beet red face” they call me
A bull and the red flag not
A deer in the headlights
I can fight for my own.
Red is the colour that kills
Little boys and girls
A barrel to the head
Pull the trigger already
Red is the colour of hurt
Watch the blood pour down
Red is the colour of
Slumping to the ground
Red is the colour of tears
Red is the colour of love never spent
Red is the colour of faces never smiled
Red is the colour of her heart
Not pumping anymore
Her breath
Not flowing through the canals of her
Red throat
Never tasting a berry again
Put a barrel to the head
“It’s only red,” she whispers
“Colours
Are nothing
To be afraid of.”
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC