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AR 15
I am in high school,
Every day, I wonder.
If today will be my last.
It could be a gunshot, or a bomb.
Lockdowns are normalized now,
That everyone just moves along.
We are not safe anymore,
We are safe no where.
Not the store, not even Church.
Babies are dying, and no one cares
Everyone is dying, no one cares.
On Valentine's day,
My high school had a gun scare.
I thought I was going to die,
So I packed my things,
I thought of ways to save others.
I made plans.
I thought of my sister, who was a hallway down.
How she's only 15,
How she could possibly go out in agony.
I prepared myself, i would be the one to die,
I would not them steal anymore lives.
I would save my sister,
Even if it meant i'd have to die.
These are my thoughts as i enter my class each day,
Where the exit points are, how to get away.
I am only seventeen, and i haven't even lived.
I do not want to die.
I do not want my mother to see my body embedded with bullets.
I am in high school, I am a senior.
I do not want to die, please, i do not want to die.
I'm tired of looking on the Television screen and seeing lost lives.
Mothers and daughters,
Brothers and Fathers,
When will it ever be enough?
When will we get rid of that goddamned fucking gun.
Every day, I wonder.
If today will be my last.
It could be a gunshot, or a bomb.
Lockdowns are normalized now,
That everyone just moves along.
We are not safe anymore,
We are safe no where.
Not the store, not even Church.
Babies are dying, and no one cares
Everyone is dying, no one cares.
On Valentine's day,
My high school had a gun scare.
I thought I was going to die,
So I packed my things,
I thought of ways to save others.
I made plans.
I thought of my sister, who was a hallway down.
How she's only 15,
How she could possibly go out in agony.
I prepared myself, i would be the one to die,
I would not them steal anymore lives.
I would save my sister,
Even if it meant i'd have to die.
These are my thoughts as i enter my class each day,
Where the exit points are, how to get away.
I am only seventeen, and i haven't even lived.
I do not want to die.
I do not want my mother to see my body embedded with bullets.
I am in high school, I am a senior.
I do not want to die, please, i do not want to die.
I'm tired of looking on the Television screen and seeing lost lives.
Mothers and daughters,
Brothers and Fathers,
When will it ever be enough?
When will we get rid of that goddamned fucking gun.
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