1's to many

1. to be honest, i dont know how to start this. even when i talk about my crush that i am totaly not terrifed to make chatty time with i know where to start. where does one even start on this topic. walking around my living room trying to come up with something.

2. everyone knows me as a hopeless romantic, jokester of life, that is always checking on his peps but here i am not knowing what to say. should i even say anything. i mean should i let the adults handle this. im still a kid o wait im the adult now and theres a new generation of kids biting on my toes.

3. not coming to you as a democrate nor as a republican. not coming to you as black live matters nor as blue life matters. not coming to you as a liberal nor a conservative. not coming as a christian nor as a atheist. not here to endose anyone or anything.

4. 1 shooting, 2 shooting, 3 shooting. it dont matter. 1 is to high. 1 fallen brother or sister . 2 fallen brother or sister, 3 fallen brother or sister. 1 is to high. no momma nor dadda should get that middle of night call. no little brother or sister should have to watch that box drop from view.

5. as i watch posts get shared and the news say the same storys just with new characters, i'm left wondering what if my phone buzzs. im stratching my head wondering if one of my sister or brothers falls. how am i gonna be able to respond. no matter how good that status or speech is it will never be enough.

6. i'll like to think of myself as someone that knows the answers yet here i am not knowing what my next word will be.

7. we turn off the news when it gets to real but what if you get the knock on the door at midnight. what if you get that text. what if you get that call. dare i ask what if it's your son, your daughter, your boy, your girl next. would that be real enough for ya. i hate to ask but how many parents have to bury the one that were suspsoed to bury them.

1. to be honest, i dont know how to start this. even when i talk about my crush that i am totaly not terrifed to make chatty time with i know where to start. where does one even start on this topic. walking around my living room trying to come up with something.

2. everyone knows me as a hopeless romatic, jokester of life, that is always checking on his peps but here i am not knowing what to say. should i even say anything. i mean should i let the adults handle this. im still a kid o wait im the adult now and theres a new generation of kids biting on my toes.

3. not coming to you as a democrate nor as a republican. not coming to you as black live matters nor as blue life matters. not coming to you as a liberal nor a conservative. not coming as a christian nor as a atheist. not here to endose anyone or anything.

4. 1 shooting, 2 shooting, 3 shooting. it dont matter. 1 is to high. 1 fallen brother or sister . 2 fallen brother or sister, 3 fallen brother or sister. 1 is to high. no momma nor dadda should get that middle of night call. no little brother or sister should have to watch that box drop from view.

5. as i watch posts get shared and the news say the same storys just with new characters, i'm left wondering what if my phone buzzs. im stratching my head wondering if one of my sister or brothers falls. how am i gonna be able to respond. no matter how good that status or speech is it will never be enough.

6. i'll like to think of myself as someone that knows the answers yet here i am not knowing what my next word will be.

7. we turn off the news when it gets to real but what if you get the knock on the door at midnight. what if you get that text. what if you get that call. dare i ask what if it's your son, your daughter, your boy, your girl next. would that be real enough for ya. i hate to ask but how many parents have to bury the one that were suspsoed to bury them.