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The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.

Conflict causes crazy

crisis, confuses me

until I'm numb.

Don't know what

I desire, asking the

question, "who am I, really?"

because I really want to know.

People's perceptions poke

Your hands cup my tears,

I always come back to you.

You make me smile.

Life is a gift

no one deserves

to lose.

One hundred murders

were committed

in my city this year.

One hundred humans

deserving of rights

were killed

in my city

this year.

On September 8th, I woke up to a day like most others.

Clock ticking

impatiently waiting

for 3:15 

to strike.

Last class

smiles ringing across

the room, eyes

never leave

the time.

Laughter fills

the last day

of the week,