Rest In Peace I find myself saying again
After another school shooting.
It physically hurts to see the crying of children on TV
Like they were the story the news just had to have.
It’s tormenting to see that nothing has changed
After all this protest from Parkland’s shooting
After all this protest from Sandy Hook
After all this protest from so kids with no reward to come from it.
That’s because this is America,
Where Mother’s Day and Father’s Day will and have been spent
Picking up the calls of your child who could’ve died
Mourning the lost of the children who did die
Panicked forever because school is just another word for possible shooting range
Because, again, this is America.
Here is where the guns get better privilege than white privilege
Where our generations and future generations are being picked off one by one
Where the stories of royal weddings and viral trends are more talked about
Then the real news of the dying everyone else.
It’s funny to see how everyone deals with grief
Especially after doing little to nothing with gun laws
“My administration is determined to do everything in our power
To protect our students [...] and to keep weapons out of the hands of those
Who oppose a threat to themselves and to others.”
Because the funny thing is you didn’t do anything to fix this before,
Nor has any government administration before,
So how can we trust anyone to mean what they say?
Actions speak louder then words
But I never knew something like the three-fifths compromise
Could be the protesting and ever losing Americans vs
The inaudible, life less and yet life taking, cookie-plattered guns.
Our generations shouldn’t be
Dodgeball where we instead dodge the bullets
From the police
Who only seem to shoot the innocence
The colored innocence, like Trayvon Martin and Stephon Clark
Who are now not only black or brown
But are stained in red
Uno where we have to count our blessings if we are left standing
Chess where we are the easily reap-able pawns
The skip-it’s that just got jumped over
The hot potato that got too hot to touch
Like the slight burns left from bullet wounds-
Do you think this is a game America?!
Because I’m tired of it.
America isn’t what it used to be back in 1791
We are ever changing and so should the mind set.
It’s not the America that many think can help better your future anymore.
To those who still come to America for a better life I can only say:
Quédese en casa
o usted y sus ninos serán el próximo objectivo.
Stay home or you and your children will be the next target.
The American dream is dead citizens.
The land of the free and home of the brave
Only stand for the citizens who have stayed long enough
To continually bear the pain America has brought to the survivors
Or the prisoners left behind,
Because this is America.
Where things won’t seem to ever change
Even after the constant begging
The constant prayers
The constant protests
What will be the last straw for America?
Because honestly I’m tired of it already.
Rest In Peace Americans
Because you may be next.
And although officials may say it through plastered lips
I’m saying it
As my last human to human connection