Our society has gotten so caught up in capturing the narratives that we have forgotten that we are all active characters that have the potential to alter its course. We continue to view ourselves as insignificant that we forget that all it takes is one to ignite change. We should not be afraid to go against the norm when it involves watching the murder of a 15 year-old boy.
I do not need a gun to protect –
I need to load minds
with the ammo needed
to fight the notion that
shootings are expected.
I need to shield them
among those who believe
that their lives
equate to $5.46.
$650 = 1 AR-15.
Do the math. It does not add up.
I refuse to add another factor to this equation.
Swallow my words,
Nod my head,
For these words can’t be said.
Follow the rules,
To meet up to expectations,
But in the end, we are just fools.
Believing that we are imprisoned,
Allowing others to restrict us,
This isn’t the life we envisioned.
“What is really stopping me?”
There are no shackles,
Physically I am free.
Then the answer becomes clear,
I am held captive by my mind,
And my mind is controlled by fear.
I loved him, that much I knew. But it was never my place to do so, he was never mine, I was never his, nor were we ever anything. This knowledge did not prevent it from occurring, instead false hope seduced me into a trance that I was unable to resist. There was this aura around him that enticed me through the years, even when I was committed to someone else. I didn’t posses love for him yet, but I would after I ended my previous relationship. But this isn’t a love story, not in any shape or form. For how could love exist if it was only imagined? At the same time, how could it be imagined if I knew it was real, and became so hard to over come? But once again, this is not a love story.