My 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.

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,