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Who knew Growing old would be a privilege To wake in the morning And have more to give So many children left this earth prematurely So many children buried by

Jakown

Living under everyone else's expectations Unable to arrive at his own destination This young man had visions to be something more But circumstances pulled him A

Melissa Ortega

Abre tus ojos My sweet little one Abre tus ojos Don't tell me it's done My princess, my child, My sweet angel dear. Look, please My eyes are wide open Although

A happy meal. She was 7, Seven, SEVEN! Was it a careless father? A corrupt city? A broken system? Whose hands are stained with her blood? Tell me, who will hold

1 injury. 2 deaths. 3 children, victims to the gun. 4 parents, wishing there was more to be done.

Are you the man With metal in your hand? Would the childhood you, Even understand? Or, Would he hide away, Looking for an escape, Because the metal fragments th