Rising Up
They’re just like me.
That could be me.
Las Vegas. Parkland.
Another shooting spree.
A day in the life,
More death in the news.
If this is America,
Is it a scar or a bruise?
Some people offer
Thoughts and Prayers.
But what would they say,
With their peers caught in the crosshairs?
Constant fear.
Darting eyes.
Should I believe politicians?
What's with all the lies?
I refuse to believe
That this is how we must live.
I have to use my voice.
What else is there to give?
I see students
Rising up all around.
We won’t be quiet,
our words resound.
I am inspired.
I yell, “Not one more”.
I am a fighter.
We will win this war.
Protests. Town Halls.
Letters. Tweets.
Vehicles for change
So as not to see the past repeat.
They’re just like me.
That could be me.
My sister, mother, friend.
We must treat this as a beginning
Because it can’t be the end.