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I am from the heavy breathing, the feet slapping the track One lap, two laps, three laps, four. And I cross the finish line I am from the woods, the trees speaking to me as they dance to the beat of their needles swaying in the cold-hearted wind I am from the green grass of the meadows, of the birds of prey flying way up high in the gray glass of the sky Where God drops black broken hearts into the mix to make my thoughts darker, and my heart harden. I am from a dad trying and failing, trying...
I sit near Morrell Creek trying to think of a prompt I hear a name that the water whispers to me and allows my Imagination to fly on the wings of my broken heart And my eyes see the scales that are wrapped around my skin I feel the wind upon my wings as they beg me to take flight I feel the horns grow upon my crown, and my teeth lengthen and sharpen into fangs I feel my fingers, the ones that flipped through pages of many books, holding the pencil writing this very poem, become talons capable...
What do you think causes school shootings? Do people hit a breaking point that just sends them over the edge? Or is it that they are "mental" and just missed their medication timeline? Not a lot of people go through the tragedy of school shootings, and hopefully not many will but most brush the person's actions off. Why is it that when adults ask questions, we the teenagers, usually say 'you don't understand'? They ask us to explain and we don't know how to explain all the pressures on us. We...
