As many of you know some thing incredibly awful and wrong happend to this country last month. 17 student were shot at school. School should be a safe place. A place where students can feel strong like they can grow, but most imprtantly, students should feel safe. This is a monologue I wrote about my feeling after it happened.
It’s not a bullet.
Its a wound maker.
It's a penetater
It festers.
We all wait for healing the country needs some stitches needs some amends to these amendments.
This wound is pulsating under our skin 17 hearts not beating more than 700 dying.
Waiting for someone to make a move someone to say stop someone to say school is a place where you are safe where you are valued.
Not worrying about a bullet to the face to he heart to the head to the arm. Not sitting at these small school tables processing where you will run when that wound maker that life taker will come screaming through these doors come ripping out souls. Thinking will I be the one to get away? Watching teachers dive for you for education for your safety. I hear my friends fear for their life I hear my friends scream when there is a power outage because they fear they will be the next sad headline painted onto the paper another story another loss. Everyone will sigh and the news will talk for what seems like days on end until the next unfortunate school the next shooting. They all begin to blend why isint this so shocking so terrifying why is this the norm?
I beg us all.
Stop the wound maker in its tracks replace it with a healer. A safer America.
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