of the 49 victims, i knew 0.
i don't know their names. i don't know their moms or dads or friends.
they were the victims of the largest mass shooting in america.
and i can't think of that day without tears forming in my eyes.
of the 49 victims, i knew 0.
but i feel like i knew each of them.
i can't explain how distraught and angry i still feel, a year later.
of the 49 victims, i knew 0.
but that's no excuse not to feel hurt.
it's no reason not to take action.
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a small list of things i'd normally hide
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