he was 8 years old when it started.

the names. 

the fighting.

the tears.

he was 13 years old when it started.

the medications.

the self harm.

the depression.

he was 16 when it ended.

the breathing.

the loneliness.

the pain.

Four more there.

A couple here.

This is not what i want my children to hear.

That people of color are being put down.

By the people supposedly protecting our town.

If protecting this town means murdering them.

I'd rather not put my safety in anyones hands.