April twenty-seventh was the day my grandma died.

April twenty-seventh is when nature was defied.

April twenty-seventh, when my mom was nearly killed.

April twenty-seventh is when everything went still.

April twenty-seventh, when a young girl's throat was cut.

April twenty-seventh, when the door to hope was shut.

April twenty-seventh; he hurt girls seven and four.

April twenty-seventh is when normal was no more.

April twenty-seventh is the day that's always black.

April twenty-seventh, since my grandma won't come back.