I aspire to survive the crowded halls in school

Filled with fear as a I trudge around silent as a ghoul.

For the fear of a gun wielding maniac inspires me,

 Pushes me to cherish my moments  before a killing spree

unable to be carefree in life among all of the others.


I think of my niece, who  just turned 7 years old

When asked about an active threat drill my blood turns cold

How do I explain the dangers of a stranger to my little angel?

I plaster on a smile like a suit of armor in place to guard against danger

and I try not to crack as I tell her the ugly truth of the matter.


I think about it day and night.

And in the light I fight,

But in the dark my tears depart.

They say it’s their right to own a gun

That it’s there just for fun

But please answer me this,


Will your prayers help me when a round of bullets run through me?

And as I fall to the ground I wonder, how will my body be found,

Will blood wrap around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night?

Do you really think your prayers will help me when my soul takes flight?


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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