My kid is not target practice
Her heart is not bullet proof
In my thoughts about ensuring her return
Let sweating bullets ensue
In leu of school shooting tragedies
Children gone too soon
Send her with bulletproof backpacks inserts
Against a rifle is no use
Vested in her protection sure as a gun
Prayin’ she makes it home safely daily
Throwing out lack of gun laws stricter than violation of rights,
like bullseye secession of sanctions
give me a break with this right to bear arms
when losing a child or parent is unbearable
a child has the right to a safe space
a teacher has the right to a safe work environment
guns are for protection, not for funeral precessions
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Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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