To the Kid on Social Media
Kristen Kibby
I left angry
It was an ordinary Monday, nothing was special.
I found the threat,
It was near me.
I had yelled too early
I missed my mom.
Frozen with anxiety, I stayed
I observed what was happening around me.
I watched teachers lock classroom doors
I shouldn’t have to.
I watched the police walk around on campus
I shouldn’t have to.
I ate lunch in a classroom, scared of anywhere else
I shouldn’t have to.
I texted my friends telling them I loved them
I shouldn’t have to.
I called my mom, yearning to hear her voice one last time, apologizing for yelling, I told her I
loved her, my last words to her should be of love not of anger.
It shouldn’t have to be this way.
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