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June 28th2018 The Facebook post says mark me safe I’m safe, here in Annapolis Maryland I’m safe, I’m safe Did you hear the news? White man with long gun and ponytail An angry vigilante
133.133 mass shootings. 133 situations where policeCalled loved ones,Family,Friends,To come in and to identifyThe bodies of victims who Never askedNever wantedNever seeked
My world came crashing down  It came blazing down at me because of a gun Because of the weak person behind the gun The person who didn’t have enough courage to fix the problems 
how many more have to die how many more lives must be lost how many more kids need to be afraid to wake you from your drunken stupor your imagined world of profits and success
I see the world in discoloration I see a hurt and dying nation Tears as another dies too young You shoot us off and call it love. Where is the end to this pain When will they see this is not a game
NIMBY is limbo, an escalator slinky  manifests attention deficit  of adults in America addled and hysterical   
People are looking too far left People are looking too far right People can not see what is in plain sight   Children are kind Children are innocent
Twisted thoughts on relevance,  Lost in the pinging,  Of  bullets hitting concrete,  Hitting you,  Hittine me,  Students scared to learn,  To live,  To simply be, 
It's been so long, since I have fallen asleep I fear my strength will leave and I won't wake I drift into a dark and weakened deep Will you give me a dream for goodness sake?
From a young age we are constantly groomedTaught how to actOur happiness assumed When we get hurtWe’re told to speak upBut when we open our mouthsThey tell us to be quietjust keep your head down Just wait till you’re in the real world they sayYou’
I notice attempts to fulfill those needs Of protecting kids with safety measures. Back then, the only concerns were nosebleeds.   Why must I still see these tear-stained pictures,
Put that gun down Young one. You may be feeling red, But you’ll be seeing red. If you use that there gun.   It won’t solve Nothing. But cause a whole lot of Dread, 
Poetry saved me.   Letters across a sheet Formulating into words, Evaluating an issue that is quite absurd. No other way to express the pain, Of my friends and teachers
Everytime I close my eyes I’m scared that I will hear Gunshots from across the hall That everyone will fear *boom* *slash* We jump up from our seats
the flags are always at half staff and the first leading cause of death for children in the U.S. is gun violence and we are desensitized to the news because there's a school shooting in different school almost every week
Shouting Pain My ears start to ring as a run far away.  My siblings... I hope they’re safe. ive seen this before. always on a tv screen  never have I ever thought  it would happen to me.
Since the events at Sandy hook, There’s been roughly one gun shot on school grounds every week.  It doesn’t matter whether it was an accident, Or a hundred bullets tearing through a class again. 
No more prayers No more hopes Action must be taken NRA wont have our back who will?  
Footsteps thumping, loud bangs, children screaming, My pulse is racing, my head is pounding, and then suddenly I drop. I lay there choking as I desperately try to hold on for life.
stop taping young  people’s mouths shut and telling us where our places are   stop screaming over the voices of tomorrow  and stop telling us we don’t  know what we’re talking about
for lives lost at the end of a gun and those wounded at the hands of a bullet   i pray for your peace but more importantly  i pray for your justice   
Decrease the heat, in the streets, It's lethal, Increase the peace, murder beats, Not people.
I sit on the counter and I think…I’ve learned a lot. I live in a house that defies the simple stereotype of the American dream.
Dear the Future, Can you see us? Can you see the wounds, Can you see the deaths, Can you see the grief, Can you see the fear? Do you remember us? Do you know how many fear the future?
Throw your words at us, Toss out your lies; When they see our faces Make sure no one cries. Tears have been shed for those who have bled, and a loooong way we haven’t come- too many dead.
Diving into a world unlike any known. You delve through with no known limits. A place that you can call your own. No fear or concern to withhold my words. Gazing at the beauty that only I can create
  While everyone else is having fun A person is out there buying a gun   We have all these laws and the second amendment
Time. It’s limited. It’s sacred. Something I took for granted.   Summer rolled around and it was time  for our annual family reunion I decided that I wasn’t going because  “I didn’t feel like it”.
A 16 year old girl stuck in an ignorant world Life seems to be passing and flashing Quicker for others like the one I used to call a brother He was gone in the blink of an eye
Scarlet feathers soar through the clouds, by the mating of lead and flesh. Leading the future to arise, To walk upon their paths in pride. Tis' their destiny to commit, the march that others feared and quit.
It was an ordinary day                    and it turned into an actual nightmare. It all started with one man               and he caused another horrible tragedy. 
It was an ordinary day                    and it turned into an actual nightmare. It all started with one man               and he caused another horrible tragedy. 
I breathe in. I breathe out. My fear is still here, I can't make it disappear. I toss & turn, but his presence feels near. I close my eyes, yet the image is clear. A man with a gun 
“But the Second Amendment!” they say, Moments before their children are killed by a right to bare arms, “It's because the lack of bigger guns that it ended up this way!”
Lying awake in the night  Holding onto my pillow Another sleepless night This gets dense Can't help but think about the crazy gun violence When did it become alright  To see a child holding a gun 
10 Years from now, we’ll still be here; Arguing if measures will help the defenseless. The ever present fear will always be near.   There’s no reason to allow the Left to put me in fear,
I know... That this is something we don't like to hear. But the way we survived has made only one thing clear. We hate to be betrayed... But we never own up to the truth.  
On February 14, 2018, 17 people died. From a man. With a gun.
We’ve stated concerns about the fears of violence in our halls, then waited silently as we burn. For some reason dress codes are stricter than our gun laws,
you see, music is the key to world peace. instead of all these youngsters dying on the streets  just sit down and listen to some dope shit become one with the beat and youll prolly start to spit
I live in America A place where women's ovaries are more talked about than guns The kids are talking about it, but not because it's fun. We hate that it seems like every subject under the sun, 
Is it finally time to talk about it? Have enough children died that we can finally talk about it? What if it had been your children, your family, your friends? Then would it be time to talk about it?  
Is the gun really the enemy? We don't blame the knife or bomb when they create the tragedies we hate to see.    Don't you see?   You're just wiping away the blood instead of treating the wound.
Our founding fathers figured that we have to sacrifice some individual freedoms to secure larger freedoms for all. Unresricted guns are no longer a freedom we can afford.
i walked out for what i hope to be a better future   can't you see these devices called guns are killing us all
Safety. Does it even exist? High schools, middle schools, elementary's at risk. the gun in her bag went off but it was only a prequel three more kids 12-year-old girl shot four people.
We do not fight for our beliefs, For peace comes with peace, We do not encourage violence, For violence caused this; We want an end, It's been more than enough, So we stand up, We stand tall,
One shot, the shot that killed you Two minutes, is all it took for lives to be taken one month, and im walking away from the place that protects us 17 minutes, to honor the victims the world has lost
Heart stops builts fly out people dropping like the autumn leafs  but theres no doubt about it and i'll shout it out that the grief will eventally end   bang bang bloody dollars fill up your pockets 
If we are old enough to get shot we are old enough to speak up If we are old enough to buy guns we are old enough to play the drums of war  
I saw you last week Smiling and laughing We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
How many? How many kids need to be buried? How many voices do you need to hear to do something?  I guess I should be prepared to take bullet or two for a friend Since you decided porn was a bigger problem than a 
Brazen youth facing the sun, we viewed the skies Azure blue temple spreads for miles from my eyes,  forests and beaches and foreign lands, we build new fleet A city that never dies vibrating beneath our feet
Every day there’s a new tragedy plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines When did we forget how to love? instead learn how to hate
I wake up each morning and prepare for a war that is not mine to fight. My backpack strapped to my body like a casual wear bullet vest,
He was trapped in his mind, in the lone star stateIn that state of mind, he would soon choose his fateHe killed himself in his car because the hate in his head lead to a mass shooting with 25 dead When your life needs a break, whose life do you ta
Dear life,   The .9mm Beretta seemed to fit in my hand As if it were a natural phenomena And not something created by man
  We’ve all heard the announcement “We are now on lockdown” “We are now on lockdown” Quietly you pull yourself out of the desk Sit on the floor and wait.
Dear Latwassa,    I never dreamed of anything like this, who would’ve known people would be so sick. To think you would have been in my face the next day but now you’re in a better place.
We grow guns.  We place them in the hands of Americans and say, "Go play." The inevitable senseless violence that follows  is succeeded by senseless silence. We cry "Mental health" We cry 
Dear Donald Drumpf, I don’t quite see the appeal Of a walrus wearing a toupee Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay The country is in shambles
painter’s jeans on and hair all tied up, it’s june and i’m told there was a gunshot on elizabeth street. babies on a dandelion wagon hit with partial bullet shell.
Guns don't kill People kill But we are guns Put that gun on the table Tell it to shoot It won’t But it does
28 That's how many shootings have happened In my 17 years of life   28 That's how many times I've watched Faces and names scroll across screen Lives lost, loved ones heart broken  
I used to hate the taste of mangos. The explosion of tangy sweetness, The odd, curved shape, And the disgusting shade of yellow; The one that could only make me think of as Decaying Gold.  
Asleep in a bed, all cozy and warm, Rests a young, pale little form. There Goldilocks dreams all her troubles away, My oh my, it has been an eventful day.  
I look upon the world, I see violence. Boom, smash, rattle, crash Then silence. Everyone is seeking a way to fast cash Power or both,
America, When did you forget to love? When did you forget to take care of your children? America, We only want love, we only want peace. America,
History repeats itself like a broken a record. 200,000 years living together as a race, but yet our society is stuck on hate. Stuck on hate. Stuck on hate.
[originally performed by two people, one girl and one guy] black people getting killed every single day. black americans getting killed every single day.
I tail him on unruly backroads, high beam lights irradiating from my car into his; a hawk extending his talons. My siren, the trumpet,
To feel pain is to seek healing only for some for others it is to become lost in that feeling to escape from feeling numb. But to feel is to submit to the reason of its being 
Our thoughts and prayers are with you say the living to the dead  But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head  "I can't live without my precious gun, it brings me too much joy", they say
I started and ended  this year  as an intern   No prized position but surely had its perks coffee stains free chips   the first one in Febuary
Over the last year, I became invested in gun control. This is my poem.     
America, we are under attackas guns burst in our classroomsthe federal government signs the Patriot Actbecause we are wil
The media shows us the truth That we are no longer the youth But soldiers in a war Where bodies pile up on our school floor   Another year gone and done The world still ruled by who holds the gun
Want Tolerance Want to transform the world Want to change perspectives Want to slow the steamboat of discrimination Want peace instead of guns Want understanding instead of hate
Hark  the shuffle of skin and bone  from the bolted door  The softest moan    A miracle. Hallelujah!  they have risen again Heaven set them down god released their sin   
All around Gus are said to be bad But how were we made? War with guns Created our freedom To become one. Though with good, There's always bad. And in the mood, Violence makes us mad.
Why do we kill
When the smoke clears Rubble stands, The system broke And death walks free.
When will it end? My heart cannot bear to hear the horrible news, The killings of the innocent are giving me blues It is never-ending trend
When will it end? My heart cannot bear to hear the horrible news, The killings of the innocent are giving me blues It is never-ending trend
Pursuit of happiness, liberty, and life, tell yourself that it is how it is But where’s happiness and liberty when there’s no life to begin with? Don’t make no sense   Ever since 2008, Obama has been on the debate
I have a dream that there will be world peace   Having the ability to walk alone Able to breath without scarcity View of the sky without darkness
Ripples of lard peel from their skin, as they point at a blinding screen, displeased from muffled voices, yet not the slightest alarmed, to an iron puddle gathering, in cracked gravel lots.   
There were lives lost while people crouched in bathroom stalls, Knowing What could come next. They could only text their mothers While a gunman tested the nation. We've seen it before.
Drip... Drip... Drip... All I could see is the souls of those roses in his hands.  So much blood, the agony of it all...   The malignant aura spread across the nation
Forty-nine hearts ripped out of innocent souls, ninety-eight eyes closed for eternity, one hundred ninety-six limbs peacefully paralyzed, the world is praying for these forty-nine hearts  
Rainbows or Solids Experience or Knowledge Christian or Atheist No matter what, here he is.   This is a child. This is someone's worthwhile. He is loved by someone, 
We heared the about the horrible atrocity of that day. All bore witness to the horror and dismay. Evil used the screams of our citizens as their battle cry. we sit staring at the television asking why.
Turn it off Turn off the news Turn off The hurt The hurt The hurt It's too much to take Too much to understand So it's better to just not see It's better to just Turn it off
When I first heard the news outlets describing Akyra Monet Murray, The youngest victim of the Orlando massacre, My first thought was, "That could have been me" Eighteen years old,
People. She had a voice, that shook the walls and turned ears from miles away. They had souls to say their last words of love, even through the terror of the night.
Many lives abruptly taken Leaving the world crushed and aching Driven by a corrupt ideology Or just a psychotic philosophy Their actions bare an unforgivable cost For all groups whom felt the lost
Went out to have fun, florrick, and take part in tom foolery. Didn’t know that my choice would bring about an icey change of fate. None knew this safe harbor become a hurricane of lead.  
We dance, merry in a fortunate life With lights flashing blue and green and red Our only wish: that this will never end A sentence without a terminal point We are young. We are free in this great dance
There is a one eyed monster living in our homes Situated in our wardrobes, shelves and even clothes No one is safe from its destruction Yet its been sold at auctions. Nobody asks to be caught up facing it
Can you hear the gunshots, Or is it only me? Have you seen the bodies? I stopped counting after 60.  Did you here them screaming, Or were the guns too loud?  Now when I close my eyes
Dear sweet Orlando, know that we all have your back even when I can't imagine what its like to be attacked.   There are very few words that will come to my head when speaking of this Tragedy
You were my hero, My superwoman(man), My angel sent down to this hell that we dare call earth. Before I had met you I was so confused. Nothing felt right. I was so lost and I just wasn't "normal".
It's a call to arms But not a call to firearms I know, we are alarmed,But as the United StatesWe shall not fill our voids with hateBecause regardless of our skin or domination Our skin is sacred. 
the gun is loaded like my head, It's fire like my attitude, It brings peace and pain at the sametime, like I do at certain times.   I dream to get away, like putting the gun up,
I have cold, hard skin, but don't let it fool you. Even with it's hard texture it's still smooth. The color of my skin is the finest of black. Much like my brothers and sisters.
Apparently there's been a issue with Chicago’s weather Forecast say it’ll be 68 With a 20% chance of rain but then It snows in the middle Of the day
Shots in the background but everyone just ignores them, for if they dare to care they'll  be the next reason why they are there shots in the background but society pretends not
Blame the gun, 'cause we can Blame the gun, 'cause it hates Blame the gun, 'cause people are not to blame Blame the gun, 'cause it shoots it self Blame the gun, 'cause it's an inanimate object
The university can be a microcosm of the real world, an escape from it, or both at the same time   Why would we invite a danger of the real world,
What is this piece in my hand? The bullet and bullet shells coordinate as a band. It sometimes be on water or land.   As time evolve, we evolve at the same time that a musket looks like a papergun
You leave every morning with your suit, tie and gun, I don't agree with you but I know you're out there serving justice for the right ones. Every evening you come home and I'm so glad you do,
With the power to destroy in their own hands Rage and indignation dominate their stands Fearless and unknowing of the consequence This only leaves me questioning their competence
On average, It takes 6-9 minutes For the police To respond After the original call On average, It takes, only 3 seconds to pull out a gun  2 seconds to pull the trigger 
It can't stop. It won't stop. you feel the heat and it ain't hot. I see red lights, cameras flashing, and people crying, day and night, screaming, "They killed my baby, Oh my god! they killed my baby, what am I gone do.
I never got to tell you how much I loved you before you were taken away. One gun shot.. thats all it took. You've hurt me in the past but I forgive you for everything. You may not have loved me anymore but I dont care.
Closing the lockers, I head to class. I smile at friends and laugh at jokes. A normal day really. The clock is ticking, counting my last moments. Of course, I don't know that.
Point your gun at me, you think I'll say nothing, you wait and see Organized a felony , you’ve just gotten the best of me Lie to the world and the truth will come out, you are Caucasians without a doubt
There are terrorist that take innocent lives. and commit random impetousity to please their vengence, deprivng the earth of souls. The crime done is permanent and vile but cannot expunged from your record;
I'm just an ordinary teenage boy, Not some target toy. I'm not something you can just destroy,  To people I'm worth seeing, But you didn't see me as a human being.  
Bullet Flying As shots fired By ichy trigger fingers Untrained and uncontrolled  Lazy be the murder  With acess to an end Fearful the child on the bullet's face Bullets flying 
How can a hood strike fear How can a rainbow in his hand make you feel threatened A can of dollar ice tea makes made you tremble And in a fury of white hot rage you felt dominance kick in 
I’m driving down the boulevard of broken dreams Swerving and crashing, blinded by the high beams
The mouth of the metal monster the maw of the morbid mother the giver of gold or gall picking out the particular person plucking out precious people maker of more monopolies
Hatred, love, cruelty, kindness You get the gist Seeing hugs and kisses, then guns and death This is life as we know it Do you ever see happiness, smiles, laughter, and fun And think, Life is good
Your are my people, am just one of you, dying is pointless. Strong emotion  is the right thing to do. Gun is our real enemy the real demon is the gun we are shooting with our on hands. Heater made 
Your are my people, am just one of you, dying is pointless. Strong emotion  is the right thing to do. Gun is our real enemy the real demon is the gun we are shooting with our on hands. Heater made 
*BANG BANG!* Brown boy down Another mother empty Cause another brown
Every man for themselves, Chaos. Every gun for themselves, Nothing. Every man to war, Death. Every gun to war, Nothing. Every man in debate, Politics. Every gun in debate,
Born into the United States, but are we united/ Where racial inequalities still exist, are we divided/ Robbing and killings, most people don't see these ways/ That we're not progressing, but regressing back to the 1800 days/
Set Backs Living in a community with gun violence. Looking at the news and seeing innocent vitiams get pop!
Just a kid in a candy store with his family in peace Innocent he became a victim of prejudice and of a loophole of law and missing interference as Z shot a bullet on Trayvon and the nation
She waved goodbyr to her mama and scurried skippingly to class. Her mother gave her a half smile and sped off to work, not saying goodbye she was already late. Not knowing this was the last she'd see of her duaghter.
There was a time
Walking... "My love for you..." Someone turned her around "Was bulletproof..." He held the gun "But you're the one who..." Fired "Shot me!" The song bulletproof by Pierce the Veil ended
Boom! Pop! Boom! I am a young Chicago girl surviving in this big world. There is much to see besides this bloody city. Here all you hear about is a death, a shooting, a homicide.
POW. One is dead. POW. Now two.
Why must the good die youngI'll never understand
mmmmmm. Your hands are warm...and also clammy Maybe it's cause you're nervous or maybe you're not.   In the end it doesnt matter because after it's done,it's done.
2024 No guns in sight. The law took them away, they took away our rights. It was a bitter winter day, and my father was in Iraq. My mom, sister, and I  lay here in our bedstead.
Last Day   I remember the last day. The last day when I had to leave and you had to stay.
Hang him from the nearest tree A place like school is not for thee 2 adults were killed today One student injured Back in the day
One phone call, my heart stops. Bye Brother.
I have always dreamed of being a toy train. Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
Renisha (This poem is dedicated to Renisha McBride, a Detroit teenager who was murdered by a man who is using the defense of “Stand Your Ground”.)
Bang...Bang is the sound we used to make as kids playing? Cops and robbers to the sound we make now as adults with real guns.
People Eric David Harris Dylan Bennet Kledold Seung-Hui Cho Jared Lee Loughner Adam Peter Lanza Fatalities 15 32 6 28 Where
Bodies wrapped in the wind. Emotions tormented, Scrutinized, memorized, and laid out 
Out of the dusk A regretful exprience Shattered Dreams.   Years turned into months Months into weeks Weeks into days And then finally the last moment came Then I thought to myself
Guns are firing. Kids are dying. Parents cry. All the police do is sigh. Another one dead and gone. That's another bed empty and alone at home. This shit is like a cycle.
A heart pressed like a flower between ribcage pages every beat blooming in the blouse in the backseat the blood fertilizing gravel that will never grow to seed if it does it never grows nice things
There is no room in my life for bullets. There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires. I have seen too much.   I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
Why Why must I be here I see that the end is near What What do I feel Nothing, I don't think I will heal Who Who wanted my heart to stop working
Spittle flies in my face. I stare him down. He glares at me. "You don't know anything!" Shouts he, veins throbbing on his brow. "Not all people with guns are killers, "Not all guns will be used for harm,
No one held him As life slipped away He breathed in the last piece of this world As a target surrounded by  Preconceived ideas Of who he used to be Who he was before
Sirens and energency lights Break the darkness of the evening. Police cars and ambulances come into sight. A distraught woman stands, not believing ehat she's seeing. Her child's body is morbidly bleeding.
When someone gets them a gun
once aGain, lives were lost,
put down your guns put down your guns I beg you please stop all the violence America used to be the land of peace now bloodshed is rampant and with that more are deceased 
Heart is pounding, eyes wide with fright, A gun flashes in the night.   Running hard no where to go, Red blood in the snow.   Relentless hunters seek their prey.
Alone. Looking into the sky wondering what its like to fly, your in a new dimension and I'm in a quandary asking why? Never am I to forget the day you were taken away from me without a minute to say goodbye.  
If I ruled Chicago, the bastard sons of shackled ancestors would know freedom and equality Not tolerance If I ruled Chicago, I would ban skittles and black skin so maybe Trayvon could've lived
Shootings They happen They happen every year Of every month Of every week
Suspicious, what a way to describe you. I am suspicious, too. I walk around black and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."   Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
Hot lead from the end of their smoking muzzles end the lives of the innocent, and the impoverished.
Fight Why do we continue to fight? letting go what's in our minds
Like what is really going on? Why can't we people get along? Why can't we live another day? Why can't we play another song? Instead of doing someone wrong Shooting teens down one by one
I was only a kid when the streets took my identity.
Sadness spreads Tears shed Hear a mother's cry Headaches Her heart breaks
Its crazy how mothers and fathers Bury their children now days One day they conceive em And then their fading away Out of your life And out of your way Got police knocking At your door
I hear the gun go off so I run I was only at a party trying to have some fun A seemingly safe decision turned dangerous To speeding bullets from a gun I was powerless  Shooting pain drills up my spine
Missing you forever and a day
I look to my left And what do I see A suffocating sight That’s choking me   It’s horrible disgusting
The Little Hands My heart is in two because it covers the news Guns in the little hands
Black Men laying face down in Blood Their futures slowly,slowly Dying Like garbage Dragged through the Mud Hopeless, mournful mothers Crying
I hear people all the time telling me “Yo. When you hear bullets, hit the floor.” I always thought they were saying “yo, when you hear bullets hit the floor…
​You Wish You Can Take Back That Clit Clat BUT when The Clip Claps... Bodies Go SPLIT SPLAT Mothers Screaming Kids Crying You Just Had To RISK THAT ?
  It wasn't the type of love that they wrote poems about. It wasn't something
           Her bloodshot eyes closed for good. In her final moments she let out one more helpless whimper, to say goodbye to a world that made her life complete, but also to curse the wicked that ruined it.
With a slow creak the brown oak exposed her rosy little face; her young bliss beaming She bolted down the antique stairs
This is a crazy cold world, the troubles I see The evils surrounding you and me Mothers crying, children dying Gunshots leaving fresh corpses on the street Money hs ruined our common sense
“BANG, that’s what the gun said to the head” My cousin said, A smile on his face, pointer finger against my temple Thumb cocked back “You coulda been dead”  
I'm sorry for not being like you I'm sorry for not looking the same as you This is the way God made me He made me in his image of perfection But whydid youhate me? You didn't know my name
He was just as innocent as you, or maybe he was better, His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather, walking home after a long day,  never intended to cross your way,
Living in a city where guns are like toys, really takes a toll on me. Never knowing if I am safe or not, really takes a toll on me. Wishing that my closet friends are safe in any neighborhood, really takes a toll on me.
Do you know me ??  You must not know  me cause you profiled me  I'm a brother, a son, a member of a family !
    The room goes cold The door squeaks open And footsteps grow louder A hand grabs the covers
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie. Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin. Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens. Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
City Streets of Chicago,  my hometown, my motto Everyday I hear on the news someone got shot, Bang Bang,Bang Bang,Bang Bang, 6 shot's fired, 3 dead  found in the parking lot.
Fight for justiceRacism is still alive in the world tht we're inIts a shame punishments are justified by the color of your skinFeel as though we're still fighting for equalityWhen will we win? They make it seem as though being black is a crimeRele
It's a different kind of broken heart The kind where it feels like you fell apart Like someone took a dart and threw it directly through your heart   I never thought I'd feel this way
Boredom settles on the restless Cringing the anticipation to destruct the instructions of the social-class junior Who Thinks standing on a corner makes him a man
Two legs to walk the earth. Two arms to grasp at the clouds. Two hands to tug at your daddy's beard. Five fingers take your mommy's curls in your hand. Ten toes to stand on to reach the top of the shelf.
This is dedicated to Aaron Thomas Brice, my bestfriend, who died on November 2, 2010 1:21am. I love you Aaron
Boston’s streets are stinking- Streaked with gallons of innocent blood An child takes his final breath A selfless runner palms her nub- And I think to myself,
You were mine when we first started but now were at the end, when we came to the end we parted my letter to you was all i needed to send.   I've lost you in the war as you fought for your life,
By the time I matter, Will it be too late? Will people debate my soul's resting place? Will they predict who I could have been? Will by deeds outweigh by sins? Will they consider these circumstances?
He was seventeen years oldhad his whole life aheaduntil that one dreaded nightwhere a boy was found deadA man came and shot himhe claimed self defensepeople flipped the race card
The reason for guns? Seems easy to answer But what is the right answer Protection? From what? The USA is one of the most protected countries in the world The need for guns is meaningless
As they say those who do good shall get there reward in heaven Bad people will pay for their evil deeds But the question is why will GOD allow bad things happen to his children God has a purpose for everything 
I had a dream last nightBut it wasn't an ordinary dreamIt was a nightmare on Sawyer StreetSo I decided to channel my epiphanies into this poemJust to change the world with my imaginary reality
                     If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,                            a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
This is a Public Service Announcement: It doesn't matter if you die If I am important, and you aren't No one cares if I lie You're only one person you can't stop me
Five year olds with toys Men with the guns, destruction What is the difference?
Several miles away when shots rangBANG!! BANG!!After a scuffleMy little brutha did his thangZimmerman couldn't hangSo, those shots that rangCame from a cowardCowardly acts
A Canvas of White
  Through the concrete jungle This epidemic is slowly spreading like AIDS through veins Standing, gun on their waist smile embedded on their face Book bag on their shoulder and a fitted hat to the back
The change for Tayvon starts with me.  A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth. 
When a murderer walks free, Are you still proud to be an American? And when an innocent teen is killed, Why does the killer walk free?   When a man is shot, Do you blame the victim?
Kids are not criminals Guns are not needed Guns should be forbidden Little ones gone because of stupid choices If you have a grudge, do it alone Don't kill And don't come into a school
Three out of four was the turn out. Growing up in a single parent household, College Park, Ga 30349 was my hood until my mother found a way out. Moved us quite a few times, then we hit Henry County.
Day in and day out, full of criminals and murders, narcisits and psychopaths. The list is never ending." Some paying for their crimes and others still roaming free. Free? Who is free?
 I am not Trayvon Martin....   but I know what it feels like to wear my favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for those who were taught to fear darker things  
And I’m from the murder capital where they murder for capital Heard about at least three killings this afternoon Looking at the news like "damn! I was just with him after school"  
You want an idea of human rights,but are you ready to listen to the fights.Listen, listen carefully to my rhymes,about the absurd things occurring in prime time.You know about these absentees,
Little Souls, blind death Christmas was close But Jesus planned it differently Loud cry, melancholy spirit It was a gloomy year A gloomy december You will always be remembered
Why I Write God told me to write So I write about the pain I feel inside I write about the tears that are left behind
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
bullets streamingclashing minds,killing his and bruising mine,tearing us apart andbreaking timeheart stopped,glitching minda vessel of thoughts ran dry,no love, no trust
One bullet one gun.   One soul and a gun, lonely, in need of justice. This bullet will prove a point, everyone is equal. All the pain annihilates the value in materials.  
  Thanks for giving the time of day The night of light The food to eat to see my life Everywhere that summer there angles
  Thanks for giving the time of day The night of light The food to eat to see my life Everywhere that summer there angles
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
I step away, As he slowly approaches, Hidden out of his sight. Evil he has come to do… But I must do right. I will just wait here, If he does not see me first, My heart is beating, I’m about to burst!
I step away, As he slowly approaches, Hidden out of his sight. Evil he has come to do… But I must do right. I will just wait here, If he does not see me first, My heart is beating,
It’s all bad This moment, This pain is far too familiar This moment I usually consider a life lesson   I feel it’s less of a blessing And more of a curse But right now I could care less about
The boy was so young,His father owning so many guns.Many times little Andy was left home alone,Exploring the places unknown.Stumbling upon a mysterious closet one day,
Guns cannot be controlled. Humans cannot be controlled  It is not the guns who should be controlled.  It will not work. Violence can be done with or without one. No guns, equals no protection.
One petal sent to the deep Two petals underground; towards the keep Three petals quiet with the weep Bottomless. Four petals white as the ash Five petals floating resentment held back
I dropped you off at school just like any other day.  I never thought you’d be taken away.  Your smile still burns in my mind. Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
The principled remain unwavering, The majority sustain their quavering. The chance of success matters not, The people will fire the last shot. Although the times have changed,
Right behind these high gatesThere is a placeWhere people fall silentQuiet even in a face of violenceEveryone is one, as if from birthLike a wet rag, sound is squeezed from earth
Listen one time I just need your ear one more time This may just be my last rhyme It's wreak-less out here , the world short on time More people dying than the troops at war
POW! POW! POW! Wait! Life has to see- POW! POW! POW! The slimy-spunned around crime of intestines- POW! POW! POW! Why can't you stop, my friend is- POW! POW! POW!
The loss of a life is the loss of a leader we often think in numbers how about we think in potential lives lost cased in a bullet shell, no warnings our future presidents, governors, environmentalist
People keep asking "what is this world coming to"?
they got there guns blazin hearts racin cops chasin wit their sirens roarin while politicians jus sittin back and lettin it happen im watchin them bleedin while cryin
They say life is like a vow, something that is meant to be broken. They say death is its predator, but yet life was meant to be its conqueror.
No one is safe when the bullets start to fly No one wants to lose a brother or a sister over a stupid white lie I can feel the fear nibbling at my heart I feel dizzy and afraid
Everybody’s running to their social media outlet to spout about their thoughts on gun violence. But how quickly do we forget about the “gun violence” that is performed by
Dear bro, i never thought you would have to go So I decided to write you a poem so you could know i havent cried yet But it's funny, every time i see your picture i guess that i havent tried yet
What gives birth to the bullet? The bullet that, when aimed at the head, stops all thoughts...hopes, and dreams of growing up All because of a piece of metal, we are robbed of more than the next doctor, lawyer, or entrepreneur
He was young, you were young. You were friends were you not? So why did you go and do such a stupid thing? You ended his life, you ended your own too. Was there a reason? Shed some light please!
He pulls his gun out Fifteen rounds, fifteen victims Firing over and over
A vast explosion Screaming, crying, here and there A hero emerges
Guns Don't Kill People People Kill People We The United States Of America Do Have The Right To Fully Bear Arms Till The Next Generation Until The End Of Time We Shall Up Hold The Constitution
It’s sunny outside He doesn’t like sun, never has The Voice hated it just as much The Voice rarely controls him, but it always made itself known The Voice is there Looking at the paper of the kid next to him
Oppression, Deportation, Depression When will it all stop? We don’t need any more guns being shot. All these innocent lives Deserve to revive. You cannot thrive for what you have not earned,
BANG! A shot shatters the silence of night and tears open the chest of a 16 year old boy. His body hits the sidewalk that he walked for the majority of his life.
Shootings, gun violence, bomb threats The three main subjects that lies on the table at this very second Sixteen mass shootings has happened in the United States In just the year 2012
Friday December 14 before the attendance sheets could be magneted to the outside of the door. It pulls up. That rabid dog that snapped its steel chain.
On February 26th 2012, a young black teenager was found dead on the curb, But mark my words Trayvon Martin, justice will be served, He was about 140 pounds and 6 foot 3, An aspiring football player with all As and Bs,
The lost smiles They flash across the screen in an agonizing procession The siblings, nieces, cousins, children Forever stuck in time The lost smiles Who could they have been? Teachers, doctors, lawyers?
Date March 17,2013 Only 18, the beginning of her life My beautiful cousin My inspiration Death took her assassinated shot by a gun Elizabeth, her boyfriend Anthony and my beloved uncle Cesar
in every bodies life their are situations that people have to go through like a basket going through the hoop. some people's lives are valuable that makes some people reliable to work harder at what they do to get that life that they desire.
I awaken to red and blue lights The paramedics have arrived, Pain in my head like after those late nights I am thinking I should have died.
As a kid I would say, you just don’t understand, my father and mother would say we are older than you, we have already gone through what you have and more.
What's this world coming to? Crooks, Traitors, Mongrels In Washington The people running the country Are running us down Takin' 'way our liberties Stompin' on our Rights Bye bye freedom
On the dance floor I skip-step and I twirl; The music slurs and blares in my near-deaf ears; As the beat slows, a boy leaves with his girl, in the dark, a seer watches her fears.
They say there’s an unimaginable ache, The flip of your stomach that screams for you to pull the trigger Control is cold and heavy in your hands Power sits idle between your fingers begging for release
Children screaming, Angels crying, Can't believe that they're all dying. Five to ten, Ten to fifteen, Age doesn't matter, The blood was washed cleaned. Nightmares are haunting,
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet The colors of the rainbow but Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there So nonexistent like some say God is but It's not what you see it's what you feel
Guns don’t kill people People kill people People with guns kill people People for fun kill people People with psychotic dispositions kill people People with the wrong mental composition kill people
Bang, bang. No sleeping tonight. The Sand Man won't come, No child will dream. Blasphemy on sight.
The day, I will never see But it made me who I am to be The night I discovered Was a night like none other A secret of my past That was so skillfully masked, I may not have yet been born,
27 gone on the carelessness of one person What has this world come to How could someone be this mad Don't want to be reminded of it, but it's so horrible how some could do something like that
It was April 20th, 2009, a day I will forever remember. I was in the normal routine of mine, unforgotten birthday in November. I will always remember.
(poems go here) (A young boy is being interviewed on the happenings at Conneticut Elementary. He tries to get it out as best he can, but his feelings right now are a mixture of emotions his soul has never encountered. He begins to speak)
Gunshots go POW! Another teen is gone from us now. She who had a bright future, Now walks with an angelic-like creature. Cousin boo goes to jail, The whole family prays to keep his soul from hell.
Terror, on your TV screen, Diamond blade cutting cardboard, And the night begins to bleed. As you fall, through the dirty ground Into the grasp of your maker, Hear the silence of his sound...
Sirens wail as people scream, Screaming "Not me!" "Not me!" Shot one, shot two, shot three and four Was one death not enough and two even more? Sirens wail even closer now Cars pull up and feet hit the floor,
If we are such a good and sovereign nation why do we have so many problems? It seems that the will of our hearts has become part of our nations fallin. We feel that we are making a difference.
I'm as white as the paint that adorns your walls, Or the sleek shiny porcelain upon new stalls. But that matters little when compared to my heart, Reasons of which I'd rather not start.
I wish my phone would ring I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time I can't escape it I'm waiting and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves the people who grieve Is it worth it to have a weapon that leaves people so sad? We need them to hunt we need them to survive but some people just have them
Once beautiful and strong(Detroit), but she's no longer around, the grass is dry, no green in this town... What happen to her beauty, why did she die, I Cry for Detroit, I cry ....
It seems as if no one wants to do what is right. No one wants to fight Most of us was born at the cross roads It wasn’t a road we chose Tossed into a generation of gun violence, sex, drugs,
With every gunshot I watch my city tumble, tearing into all.
She Watches Me By: Irene Beauvais
each day pass by and someone is shot no wonder why blocks is always hot it became a widespread like crack in the 80's people have become immune to disease call violence
you watch western flicks of shootouts in the wild wild west back in the 60's in ny, you have clowns that make wild cowboys look like rookies there is a shootout here, there is a shootout there, when does it end
U think u know but u have no clue This is the place I call my home The South Side of Chicago Where bullets fly freely Un-Be-Live-A-Ble Now we call home Something strange...
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