Justice for You
Are we so used
to seeing the violence,
that it no longer phases us?
Everyday we turn to the news:
this person died,
that person died.
“Rest in peace.”
There has to be a change,
The violence
needs to end.
Mary,
30 years old,
two young children.
Taken from us
way too soon.
We would later be told
“gunshot wound,
to the head.”
How could someone
be so cruel?
Drive-by shooting.
Gang related.
Mary,
criminal justice major.
Gang related?
Mary,
We miss you.
Mary,
We love you.
Mary,
We can’t wait
to see you again.
Fly high, gorgeous.
July 28, 1986 - August 06, 2016
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